The rapids

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I'm bored to cling to safety's shore

With all it's sleepy comfort

No more, my soul declares, no more

My faith won't die by being pampered

I walk this earth to right the wrongs

To set the captives free

It wasn't easy for my King

Why would it be for me?


We come alive where rapids rage

Where all is up to Him

Where love is all, and all comes to love

Where fears had sunk, but we still swim


So if your life's become a rut

And joy has left your days

Leave sleepy shores, my friend and flow

With the white rapids of faith.


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