Rivers
Love flows down rivers of life,
give haste to the force of its might,
wash away my strife.
Feel, feel its power rife
with divine power bathed in light;
love flows down rivers of life.
Watch as it finds us like a groom to his wife,
sending sin to flight,
wash away my strife.
Ringing clear with its pompous fife
and yet dripping quiet
love flows down rivers of life.
Slice our senses as a knife,
blazing lamp fiery bright,
wash away my strife.
I will not be enticed,
for there is redemption rinsed pure white.
Love flows down rivers of life,
wash away my strife.
Copyright © Davis Smith | Year Posted 2018
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