Still waters may run deep
But the river of joy runs deeper still.
It’s water is called gladness
And it flows over rocks
And collapses into waterfalls
Rushing
Then quieting
Always holding steady to the cycle and pace
Persistently reminding me
To bathe in its refreshing
And healing
And exhilarating
Strength.
Have no anxiety
But rejoice.
God is near
And runs deeper
Still.
