River

(I wrote this December 13, 2005. It was my second week living in South Carolina...and what a whirlwind that all had been. But this poem came not long after my first week of serious intercession with the Cause kids and finding my voice..my true voice...in worship for the first time.)

 

Rushing water, coming faster

A little river growing deep

Little river, be an ocean

Made of teardrops as you weep

In the mourning, there's a sunrise

And there's fire on the waters

Burning, churning till its clear,

Stirring slowly, imperfections

Ever changing, so unknowing

What mighty wind might make it shake

Little river, be a refuge

You're much stronger than you think

Little river, be a mother

They need your touch to stay alive

The rains will come and refresh you

And the Sun is looking for a wife

When its over, little lover

He'll return you to the ground

And you will nourish all existence

The lost and dry will come around

-Amanda Harman