I love the sound of a brook babbling through the trees
It wanders over rocks just like a gentle breeze
A stream flows ever faster more water joining force
As brooks all funnel to it altering it’s course

The streams become a river which is often deep and wide
Then at times a shallow bed shows rocks that used to hide
Now if that shallow river flows much faster down a hill
The rapid movement of that flow makes surging water thrills

This steady flowing river reminds me of my life
The Holy Spirit runs through me like a river wide
When trials come like rocks ahead and thrills are plain to see
His fruit and gifts will rise up strong to always comfort me

In response to the daily prompt Rapid