The River Starts Here

The River Starts Here
2018 PCW Banquet

Each river starts with just a drop

Of rain from in the sky.

Then by and by another drop

Starts falling quite nearby.

The thirsty earth consumes it quick,

A parched and barren land.

This dry and dusty lifeless wick,

Is not what God had planned.

But as the droplets coalesce,

And more begin to fall,

The hardened earth will acquiesce,

And yield unto the squall.

Then soon begins a steady rain,

And runlets start to form.

Each one a vibrant vital vein,

Now flowing from the storm.

They gather in the valley known,

For every sordid sin.

And there begin to moisten bone,

And start a change within.

Each valley with its stream of life,

Contributes to the flow.

Each good and holy man and wife,

Who offer up their dough.

With torrents now the surging tide,

Will flood the barren land.

And wash away the sins that hide,

The garden God had planned.

It takes a mighty river strong,

For evil we must stop.

A river wide, and clean, and long,

Which starts with just a drop.