This life a river, running fast
O’er my heart, a calloused stone.
Troubles seem like waters, vast
Rushing with the goal to hone.
Wake me up, let waters flow.
Move me so that I give in.
Use this river and do show
Where I stray and where I sin.
Mold my cold and stony heart
Into the shape you have it be.
I know pain will have a part
For my heart to be set free.
Put in me, o God, your heart.
Help me live with love inside.
Help me receive what you impart.
Help me put away my pride.
Your design, Jesus, for sure
Is what I want and what I seek.
So I stay, wait, and endure
Knowing waters will recede.
Ken, from the moment you stuck these words into your guitar-case and said you wanted to let your guitar get aquatinted with this poem, they were a perfect match!
Rebecca, I think it was your voice I heard, when I sat next to that river wrote these words! THANK YOU!!!
How gracious of a God who turns all our gifts into something for Himself!
For we are God’s handiwork,
created in Christ Jesus to do good works,
which God prepared in advance for us to do.
(Music: Ken Zik, Vocals: Rebecca Hron, Pictures and Words, Heidi Viars)