The Current
Flowing downstream would be just too easy.
So I'm gonna fight against the current.
Waves cash my head from all sides.
If I falter I'll go under.
Rain falls and the ripples blur the surface.
The only thing clear in this reflection
Is I'll need God's help to survive.
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