Without all the stones, the river would have no song.

[Drea DeVille]

Lord I…
I don’t know what to say…I have this feeling but my words get in the way of telling you my heart…
The deepest part;
My knowledge is of peace surpassing understanding,
Somehow there is still doubt surrounding…although you say I’m free.
One moment I think I know what you want of me…and I feel like flying in clarity…
Then fog rolls in…and I have to land.
So I guess what I will say is Father ; I’m afraid I don’t know which way I should walk so I’ll just stand still; is that what your will?
I am screaming God for Peace like a river, come tend to my soul!
But Rivers are violent with many rocks and stones…
That is their song…
Sound comes from something gone wrong.