BROOKS!


O, brook,

where do you run?

Over the hills,

and under the sun.

O, brook,

where do you roam?

Down to the ocean,

or into a lake,

close to home.

O, brook,

where do you go?

soon it will be cold,

you will be covered,

with ice and snow.

O, brook,

we can be like you,

we travel to and fro,

not knowing,

the direction we go;

God our Creator,

wants to wash,

wash away our sin,

and make us,

white as snow!

~ Winston Staples

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