Just a trickle And then it grows Ever flowing, ever falling As it travels down Flowing over rocks We hear the sounds of a waterfall.
But listen, you say It is hard to hear The rains have not come this year But come the winter And the rains do fall We again hear those sounds.
Whether a rumble Or just a trickle The water falls just the same As it touches our lives And it gives us peace So may we know that peace today.
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