Written deep in the wilderness while meditating on the humble shore of a vast river in the mountains of Georgia.
I sat silently for hours and observed the beautiful river and reflected on the Lord.
Your depths are unending,
Your streams are so tender and gentle,
Your water is pure and gives life to those who drink it.
The consistency of your drifting waters bring peace to those who take the time to listen.
The beauty of your channels invite joy and satisfaction to those who sit on the shore and gaze.
To the left and to the right, one looks but cannot see a beginning or an end.
In you, the filthy are made clean.
In your motions of grace, you drift away that which was washed off.
Those who seek you, find you in the wilderness.
Though parts of your stream may be found out in the open,
The full extent of who you are is found where few have dared to venture.
Only those who stay and camp can truly see what it is that you do.
They surely rely on your water for life, not simply instant satisfaction to thirst.