This day was filled with sweet blessings,
And lots of pain mixed in.
I struggled to escape the flow,
But that fight I can’t win.
Pain filled and a delight.
We must withstand both streams of joy,
And loss we can’t make right.
There’s no dam we can build
That will hold back one drop of it.
We simply aren’t that skilled.
As this life runs its course,
By lifting up our pleas and praise
To Him who is life’s source.
It spills out from the throne
Of Him who gave His life for us
And still calls us His own.
Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life,
bright as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb
Thursday, January 2, 2025
The Flow of Life
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