About rivers and worshipers

 
“All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again.”

Ecclesiastes 1:7

The rivers flow into the SEA …

Rivers by green fields and beautiful flowers,
But in ways not always smooth.

Sometimes squeezed between gigantic walls;
Sometimes c u t,
injured in stones,
your waters speak even LOUDER.
Sometimes downed,
disappear alone
to track your dark caverns.

Rivers … flow into the SEA …
Sometimes desolate
by a merciless heat,
almost come to wane.
Sometimes tired
by burdens,
heavy debris that muddy the waters.
Sometimes detained,
afflicted prisoners,
the dammed seek,
a small crack through which to pass.

 
The rivers flow into the SEA …
You just be a river to understand
So much yearning for, in the SEA, disappear.

Worshipers … sometimes they are like rivers …
From the falls they gain force,
From the pressure they take impulse,
The walls rush their passing through the SEA.

 
When they find stones, their love worships higher;
Downed, announce life in the shadow of death;
Tired and still meager, they come to life.
If the prison does not collapse, if the dam does not lock,
The “Presence of the Cloud” will make them overflow
Because the VOICE OF MANY WATERS continues to call for them.

 
Rivers seek the sea,
God finds His worshipers.
The sea is not full,
But God,  he fills with life those
Who “for HIM will run.”

Worshipers cracked, broken, spilled,
Worshipers can say
What a pleasure it is: to find the SEA!
Run together to mix their waters with the waters of the SEA,
To blend their lives with the One who makes us overflow: JESUS.

Felipe Prates
(Gideon of Worship CCZS)