There are many rivers to cross;
they all seem so far and wide.
But, with God's gentle hand,
I can make it to the other side.

He will find me in my prayers;
hold me in the palm of His hand.
Until the rivers have been crossed,
and once again, strong I stand.

God will guide me safely through,
the troubled waters that surround.
With His bridge of love and faith,
He will lead me to higher ground.

There are many rivers to cross;
many troubled waters to face.
But I know I will make it through,
held within God's tender embrace.

© Pamela Hall ~ 20th June 2001

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