Thursday, March 1, 2018

The Waterfall


Down in the gorge of mist and cold,
pours out a gushing strong and bold,
that makes the hemlocks surge up tall—
the power of the waterfall.

The water dances as it sings,
and off the trees, it’s echo rings,
to fill the woodland concert hall—
the music of the waterfall.

The flow that washes like a sea,
removes the mud and creek debris,
and smooths the jagged, rocky wall—
the cleansing of the waterfall.

The Lord of Heaven gives the might,
with mercies pouring day and night,
to send my wrongs cascading all—
the beauty of God’s waterfall!

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