The river keeps running.
Posted by appolus on June 17, 2022
I was born by the river In a dirty ol town of hard livin And that old river just keeps on running And I know I just got to keep on forgivin. That old river is fast flowin But it couldn't wash away all the pain For in the eddy's and the alleys The gutters of life kept pouring down rain. Cobblestones streets illuminated by full moon nights Lamp posts silhouetted, sandstone chimney pots The thing about this rain that never seems to stop It soaks you to the bone and everything rots As I flew a long long way from the valley And left it far far and away behind To the big sky horizons of a different world Yet the valley was never far from my mind Still the river flowed, still the rain fell And even in this land of vast horizons I was walking though the long deep valley Looking for a world I could arise in. And then a hand reached down through the rain Through the misty darkness of cobblestone streets Where the gutters were awash with pain A new land came forward and the old ones retreat Now the river keeps running through the valley And the rain keeps fallin from above Yet the sun has broken through the landscape And has filled that old valley with its love.
A Call To The Remnant 
Shannon said
Brother that spoke to my broken past, the painful reality of decisions I will continue to live with, and the glorious and marvelous light of our sweet Redeemer. No matter how difficult things are, we can rest each day in the deep love of an eternal friend and mighty King. Amen.
appolus said
Amen sister. This poem alludes to the hard industrial town I grew up in, that was positioned by the River Clyde. The constant rain is very synonymous to me about the sin and the pain that so many grew up in. It was a shipbuilding town and known for its toughness, kinda like Detroit.Boys had the emotions beaten and ridiculed out of them. Sin beget sin. And the darkness and the rain was just like the sin that continued to flow. I moved to thr States, the land of the big sky, but in my heart I was still trapped in the valley. And then………Jesus……..bro Frank.
belovedlittlelamb said
This is the song that came to mind after reading your poem.
Thank you so much bro. Frank for posting it.
“O the deep, deep love of Jesus!
‘Tis a heav’n of heav’ns to me;
and it lifts me up to glory,
for it lifts me up to thee.”