| Rolling river God | |
| Little stones are smooth | |
| Only once the water passes through | |
| So I am a stone | |
| Rough and grainy still | |
| Trying to reconcile this rivers chill | |
| But when I close my eyes | |
| And feel you rushing by | |
| I know that time brings change | |
| And change takes time | |
| And when the sunset comes | |
| My prayer would be this one | |
| That you might pick me up and notice | |
| that I am | |
| Just a little smoother in your hand | |
| Sometimes raging wild | |
| Sometimes swollen high | |
| Never once I've known this river dry | |
| The deepest part of you, | |
| is where I want to stay | |
| And feel the sharpest edges,wash away | |
| But when I close my eyes | |
| And feel you rushing by | |
| I know that time brings change | |
| And change takes time | |
| And when the sunset comes | |
| My prayer would be this one | |
| That you might pick me up and notice | |
| that i am | |
| Just a little smoother in your hand | |
| Rolling river God | |
| Little stones are smooth | |
| Only once the water passes through |