Rivers Convergin’

Started up high where the cold winds blow, Tiny stream movin’ soft and slow. Didn’t see much, just the rocks and pine, Didn’t know no one else was in line. Another one rolled from the city streets, Dust and diesel, marchin’ to beats. Didn’t speak the same, didn’t move the same, But both were headin’ to the same old plain. Oh these rivers, ramblin’ far and wide, Cut through trouble, carried pride. Now they meet where the wide delta lies, Blessin’ on the waters, where true love abides. Some ran wild through the land of pain, Others crawled through drought and strain. Languages twist like a windy bend, Politics roar, then quiet again. But here in the swell where the wide mouths meet, They drop the noise, they lose the heat. The strength ain’t in how hard you shout — It’s what you give, not what you tout. Oh these rivers, ramblin’ far and wide, Each with scars and tears they hide. Now they blend like dusk and tide, Blessin’ on the waters, where true love abides. That delta ain’t just earth and clay — It’s a holy hush at the end of the day. Where the push and pull all fade to one, And rivers remember where they’re from. Not alone, not strong just ‘cause you stand — But stronger still with many hands. Oh these rivers, ramblin’ far and wide, Tired of fightin’, done with sides. Flowin’ together with nothin’ to hide, Blessin’ on the waters, where true love abides. Convergin’... Convergin’... For the good...