Frank McEleny


Still Standing On You Feet?


When first I came to Jesus
The river was ankle deep
It cooled me in the day time
Yet still I was upon my feet

I went further down the river
And to my knees I went in deep
I could see a little clearer
Yet still I was upon my feet

I traveled down still further
And in the river went waist deep
Now I felt the river pulling
Yet still I was upon my feet

I decided to go deeper
Fully abandoned, no retreat
I was swept into the river
No longer standing on my feet

Now the river takes me
In the way that I must go
No longer do I choose the path
It's in the river that I flow

Now everywhere the waters go
It brings healing to the land
And now the Lord can use me
For I no longer stand.

Submitted: Saturday, March 24, 2012
Edited: Saturday, March 24, 2012

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