the river

Steve Green

CHORUS
Thereââ?¬â?¢s a river ever flowing, widââ?¬â?¢ning, never slowing and all who wade out in are swept away. When it ends, where itââ?¬â?¢s going, like the wind, no way of knowing until we answer the call to risk it all and enter in.
The river calls, we canââ?¬â?¢t deny. A step of faith is our reply. We feel the spirit draw us in. The waterââ?¬â?¢s swift. Weââ?¬â?¢re forced to swim. Weââ?¬â?¢re out of control and we go where he flows.
Thereââ?¬â?¢s a river, ever flowing, widââ?¬â?¢ning, never slowing, and all who made out in are swept away. When it ends, where itââ?¬â?¢s going, like the wind, no way of knowing, until we answer the call to risk it all and enter in.
Danger awaits at evââ?¬â?¢ry turn. We choose a course, we live and learn. As we surrender to his will, weââ?¬â?¢re at peace but weââ?¬â?¢re seldom still. He is in control and we go where he flows.
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