Rolling River God
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Little Stones are smooth
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Only once the water passes through
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So I am a stone
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rough and grainy still
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Trying to reconcile this river's chill
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Chorus
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But when I close my eyes
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and feel you rushing by
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I know that time brings change
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and change takes time
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And when the sunset comes
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my prayer would be this one
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that you might pick me up
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and notice that I am
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just a little smoother in your hand
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Sometimes raging wild
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sometimes swollen high
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never have I known this river dry
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The deepest part of you
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is where I want to stay
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and feel the sharpest edges wash away
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Chorus
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And when I close my eyes
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and feel you rushing by
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I know that time brings change
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and change takes time
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And when the sunset comes
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my prayer would be just this one
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that you might pick me up
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and notice that I am
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just a little smoother in your hand
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River God
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| Nichole Nordeman |
