Coursing
Tumbling
Crashing
Swirling
Over rocks and trees it flows
The river to the sea.
Dashing
Surging
Rushing
Racing
Through the chasms deep if flows
Recklessly into the sea.
Sweeping
Cascading
Rolling
Screaming
Oh this tumultuous flood does flow
Deep inside of me.
And on it rides in quiet peace
My Savior and My Lord
Now I hear Him calling me
Come out and come aboard.
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