Kara Johnstad


Sometimes it scares me
How fast these waters rushing
Sometimes it stuns me
How the people keep hushing me down
Sometimes I'm frightened
To let the waters take me
I pray the rocks won't break me
But then
I feel sweet love
Like a river
Pouring from above
And I know, yes I know
This is the river called life

Sometimes I hesitate
I just put my big toe in
Sometimes I am so brave
I jump right in for a long, long swim
Sometimes the waterfalls they
Tumble me right under
Ears are filled with thunder
So scared, yet I feel sweet love
Like a river, pouring from above

And I know, yes I know
This is the river called life

Take me to the River
Take me to the River
Take me to the River
The River called Life

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Submitted: Monday, April 09, 2012
Edited: Monday, April 09, 2012

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