BY THE RIVER SIDE

Didn’t understand what he was doing
until I was walking on the water.

Not so long ago all I could hear was the sound
of the waves telling me it couldn’t be done.
and so I found myself falling, my flesh been eating away.
where was my potter when I needed him.

Thought religion could be my surf board,
Church could be my Ark.
Until I was drowning in ignorance,
blinded by the worries of life.I knew I was dying
but didn’t know why.

I’ve been standing on the riverside waiting for my turn.
But each time another got touched but me.
Now a man uses mud and spit and tells me to go
Didn’t understand what he was doing
Until I realized I was walking on the water, with
His spirit underneath my feet.