Purpose
The river flows…
That is its purpose
Even dammed up,
The river will try to flow
Until it once again does
There is no stopping us
From living our purpose in life
or transported by tornado
Thwarted, shorted,
snagged, and tripped
He finally got the idea
“Gee, maybe I’m
fighting the flow”
So, he let go, surrendered
and rode the current.
“Ah, yes!”
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily…
On top of my gameplan
all covered with grit
I got so frustrated
that I could just spit
The map that I clung to
was thrown to the side
as God is the pilot
I’m in for the ride
The adventure it has me
I think I’ll enjoy
instead of controlling
or getting annoyed…
(Try this one out to the tune of On Top of Old Smokey)
When you meet
the jester on the road
sometimes the jester
turns
and steps in cadence
with you for a while
* * * * * *
May as well dance