The River Runs
Storms rain sprung on rocky clefts
Where springtime run-off streams are filled.
Where snows melts and clouds lift
The start of water generous gift.
Here the rivulet and creeks build.
Through the foothill small brooks run
On their track toward His sea.
Fast their speed and faster won
Faster forward the plains they hum
From this slope, increase their speed.
Life giving water gentle flows
Meander out across the plains
Forward to sea the water goes
Wider and wider, the river grows.
It gathers here, yet with the rains.
A distance far from mountains tops
A river plunges into a sea
From time began it never stops,
Headwaters high to ocean drops
Forever will the rivers be.
The scars of earth are God's plan
The river runs without a reason.
Therefore, it is the heart of man
On the banks of might rivers stand
To live and love in ever season.
Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2007
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