The fish leap,
the river is deep,
and God's heart not shallow.
He gives birds sky to roam
and water in which they wallow.
Just like love flows,
the river widens,
the forest grows.
His water falls,
it has no walls,
no boundaries,
no stopping.
Oh, Magical Mist!
The flowers kissed
with dew.
In spring all comes to life
fresh and anew.
Flowing, flowing!
Churning, churning!
This fall does not end
'til you reach the bend,
and so it goes on . . .
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