rolling river God
little stones are smooth
only once the water passes through
so I am a stone
rough and grainy still
trying to reconcile this river's chill
but when I close my eyes
and feel you rushing by
i know that time brings change
and change takes time
and when the sunset comes
my prayer would be just this one
that you might pick me up
and notice that I am
just a little smoother in your hand
sometimes raging wild
sometimes swollen high
never have I known this river dry
the deepest part of you
is where I want to stay
and feel the sharpest edges wash away
but when I close my eyes
and feel you rushing by
i know that time brings change
and change takes time
and when the sunset comes
my prayer would be just this one
that you might pick me up
and notice that I am
just a little smoother in your hand
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