River God by Nichole Nordeman

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 river’s 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 have I known this river dry
The deepest part of you is where I want to stay—And feel the sharpest edges wash away