Thundering water rushes quickly past,
Once strong souls are now lost in its current,
In past days they fearlessly led the rest,
But now are dragged with the torrent,
Following the way it chooses to go,
There is doubt that they will ever fight back,
Limited hope remains for those who know
The river should have no hold on their track.
Then from an old, majestic craft called ‘Church’
An oar comes forth; a strong thrust digs down deep
A strength they did not have pulls with a lurch
Their course this time is intended to keep
To hold their path they need strength more than theirs
Found in a mighty God who deeply cares.
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