Pebbles 

A river rushes through the land
Its current is hate, its rush cries DEATH
Its path is sin
Against it are pebbles

I am a pebble in the hands of God
One pebble against a river
I will splash and then be gone
Will I be the only one?

Will anyone be beside me, or will I go alone?
My life is for God to use as He will
I am in His hands
But I am still a pebble

Perhaps I cannot stop the flow
But mountains come down to pebbles in the end
Many pebbles
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Be thrown against the river of this world
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I am going....are you?