The River Calls
The love of God,
Is all I’ve ever known,
A River rushing through,
Cooling burning bones.
Life becomes this passing prayer,
This ebb and flow of souls,
Going nowhere yet everywhere,
Drowning hopes and goals.
Still, the current seeks,
What muddy waters make blind to find,
An answer, a sound, new energy,
Streaming thoughts through my mind.
Lord, Your call carries me,
Down to its slippery edge,
Where slick rocks and wet grass dare,
To leap from its daring ledge.
Today Your river calls me,
To join what cools my fire,
Engulf and drench me Lord,
Your salvation wets my desire.
When I crest light your dove upon me,
Whilst I drift through You,
Add me to the Tears of Heaven,
To baptize with the morning dew.
Today, is the day, I was made for You.
by Chris Clody
5/30/2017
