I am a part of the river of life;
carving destiny out of rock;
sorrows destined to be a wife;
my waters approaching a dock.
Success was not meant as a goal;
it was only a part of the path;
failure has really an equal role;
love overcoming our wrath.
For every up, life has its down;
and every inside, has its out;
sometimes we’re made a clown;
for purpose often brings doubt.
For the river of life has a destiny;
it doesn’t flow without purpose;
though often infused with villainy;
there’s love within its surface.
The river of life is devoid of vision;
it never knows, where it will travel;
eroding rocks, with timed precision;
Destiny not allowing, all to unravel.
Success wasn’t planned a destiny;
it’s a blueprint for what’s to come.
life’s ebb and flow, is meant to be;
joining us and the Master as one.
The river flows into the sea of sorrows;
and the life, within it, is lifted above;
living waters rain down new tomorrows;
completing God’s cycle called love.