The River | Poem

Rocks and sand are friendly foes to the raging river that keeps them clothed.

The wind blows, but the river has its say, it won’t be stopped, it’ll find its own way.

The river’s not contained by an arbitrary line, it decays its surroundings on its own time.

Fish swim in the river wherever it leads, twisting and turning as the river bleeds.

However, their ultimate calling is to head upstream, abandoning the comfort of the rivers lead, that their lives may succeed.

They have no regard for the easier life, but one purpose in mind to satisfy.

Likewise, we were made to exemplify for the world to see, though the current of the age flows one way, God’s people will swim upstream.

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