The River

Flowing along between its banks,
Unhurried and trouble free,
The river follows its guided course
And makes it way to the sea.

Each of us flows in a river of time,
Unhurried or rushed and complaining.
Wanting to do more than we possibly can,
Ever stressful and straining.

Too soon we appear before God's throne
And find in our rush to live
We rushes past chances of kindness and help
And chances to love and forgive.

Let us relax in the love of God
and notice opportunity
To see the Lord in those that we meet
And treat Him tenderly.

~ Margaret Peterson

May He rule from sea to
sea, from the river to the
ends of the earth.
Psalm 72:8