| Our Life Is Like A River |
| Our life is like a river...a peaceful journey, going mainly with the flow... But then we turn a bend, and suddenly, the rapids toss us to and fro! Changing directions, turbulent, wild and spirited...a river or our boys? We watch them first fail, try again, and then succeed - a source of painful joys. Climbing high, finding themselves, and testing their limits in everything they do, It's scary. We try to cut the cord, but still hold on tightly, too. From tiny streams a river grows, changing paths along the way, Childhood toys are now replaced, new passions surfacing each day. Our raft, full of laughter, carrying our lives over an icy blue. Busy in school, scouts, sports; always rushing, always so much to do. |
| Our life is like a river, hidden dangers in shallow streams, We teach them caution when they can't see, but still hope they'll chase their dreams. Our boys have had a good year, we've watched them change and grow, They've paddled hard and are learning - as brothers - the need to jointly row. Our life is like a river...and we know our boys will someday reach their dock, We fret that time will come too soon...and that we can't turn back the clock. We splash each other, the cold water refreshing on the long trip still ahead, We cherish the ride, we laugh, we play...nothing really needing to be said. Our life is like a river...a peaceful journey, going mainly with the flow... We see a family's reflection look back at us, four faces all-aglow. By Diane Blum copyrighted |
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