The River
The river runs through ever-changing landscapes high and low.
At its start, it was small; but as it grows, I wonder where
its end will be, and so I keep on following its flow,
seeing beauty as it rushes beneath God’s sky so fair.
It’s the river of my life, and I wish it would go slow
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016
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