Cascading down the rapids,
on the tiniest of rafts.
With jagged rocks around me,
a few even in my path.
If I'm scared on my new journey,
I could reach out for a rock,
then stranded in the water,
I might have second thoughts.
My raft is my only savior,
without it I would die.
Faith is my only companion,
and with it I will ride.
This river flows into an ocean,
peaceful, serene and calm,
without help I can ride it out,
though my journey may be long.
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