Never growing still, ever rushing to shores unknown.
Over rocks and boulders, it pushes on just as in life's hurdles.
There is so much in this river of life.
Its form takes the shape of the lives we lead.
The river of life shall never go dry,
for mans tears of anguish are endless.
Many colors this river takes, to the deep dark greens,
to the shallow rapids that rush through it.
Travel on river of life never ending.
So many lives have you yet to touch,
and take with you the tears and yes the fears
that fill our lives.
And again shall we stand upon your
banks to cleanse our hearts and souls.