This life a river, running fast

O’er my heart, a calloused stone.

Troubles seem like waters, vast

Rushing with the goal to hone.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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…

Traveling

In time, always remember-
May you worry less about who you think you ARE
and may you worry more about who you are MEANT TO BE