I wanted to hide what I carry.
I thought that to release is to loose,
Until withholding made me smell.
It choked me and vexed my soul,
How much more neighbours.
Now I've learn't the secrete;
The river was my teacher.
I looked to the river and saw its beauty.
It flows, glides, and reflects.
Because when it outflows, then there is room for inflow.
I can't hide again!
I must shine!
I must flow!
I am the river of God.
What about you?
I thought that to release is to loose,
Until withholding made me smell.
It choked me and vexed my soul,
How much more neighbours.
Now I've learn't the secrete;
The river was my teacher.
I looked to the river and saw its beauty.
It flows, glides, and reflects.
Because when it outflows, then there is room for inflow.
I can't hide again!
I must shine!
I must flow!
I am the river of God.
What about you?
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