Friday, September 16, 2011

Troubled Waters

             by Jim Rapp

Imagine how stale would be
The waters of the world
If there were no movement;
No churning of the sea,
No rushing of the brook,
No rising of the tide.
Imagine how stagnant
It would be,
And how the beauty that we see
In falling waters
Would be lost.
We sometimes curse the things
God meant to be
A blessing.
Oh friend, let you and me
Rejoice each time we see His hand,
The Hand of Him
Who freshness loves,
Revealed in "troubled" waters;
"Troubled" for good of you and me.

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