We stand at the bank of the river As It roars to the ALMIGHTY, A deafening sound; we quiver And our bodies stiffened so tightly. It flows in an eastward direction to an outlet in the Atlantic, We see it in a distance and upon reflection Its purpose, its mission; impact We think of our lives as one is small In a world as one so many, but we as one has significance so tall even his angels has to bow in envy. For as one we are lovingly made in His image To live in this human experience As one Each of us in this worldly village Has purpose, no mistakes; Fastidious So now we stand at the river's bank refreshed from our worry's and fears, Our bodies relaxed, this moment we thank our smiles foregrounds our tears. Full of vigor and purpose, we walk away with the river's lesson of honor, That despite life's risks, twists, and delay We will roar, we will deafen; Conquer.