The Canyon

Floating down the river, In my tiny canoe; Ahead lay a chasm That I must pass through. The current was so strong, That I could not turn aside. There were many rocks, and rapids, Through which I was forced to ride. The canyon walls were way to steep, To permit any climb to the top. And the increasing pace of the water, Told me I could not stop! Down and around;around and down; Over ledges and swells I flew. Paddling with aching muscles, I did the best I could humanly do. Swing the bow to the left, Watch that boulder off to the right! Better stay away from that eddy Or I'll have a watery grave tonight! I soon had reached my limit; Victory I was prepared to concede. Then one more bend in the river, And the wild water began to recede! Floating down my life-river, There are canyons from which I cannot turn aside. The only choice is to pass straight through, And trust Jesus-my expert River Guide! Charlie Pelota HSLP