"Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream..."
I'd never stopped think about
All that this could mean.
My boat represents myself
The streams are the paths I choose
And each one will determine
Just how much I'll win or loose.
I am captain of my boat
My choices are my own.
I must work at both the oars
If I wish to make it home.
My boat has many carvings
And they tell my story true
Your boat has it's own design
It's unique because it's you.
Our Watchman in the tower
He can see our rivers end
And only He can tell us
What lies beyond the next bend.
For stormy nights that leave us
Feeling helpless, sad, and lost
He navigates our lost boats
From the waters tempest-tossed.
So in the end we'll look back
And we'll see the grand design
Knowing that He led us
Through the best and worst of times.
As we sail along through life
Let us sing a joyful hymn
With praises unto our Watchman
Who let's us feel His love within.
"...Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
This life is but a dream."
One day it will all be clear
And I'll know what all this means.
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