The Bible, like a River

Many have gone before
Who followed paths of letters
And found the Lord

It’s not a tame book
Nor does impose its will
Some have used it pages
As a weapon to kill
Some have read it selectively
Looking to feel good
Others have read and taught it
As though they own the truth
Others cling to interpretations
Life boats from their youth

The Bible is like a river,
Often deep sometimes wide
Carving our hearts landscape
As the spirit breathes life
Let down your walls
Let the torrent flow
The crashing cleansing waters
Are sure to yield growth
Though they wash away
Everything you know