The River.

The River.

He holds my hand firmly,
my forte lies within him.
Shining purely faithful,
he forever holds onto me.

He reaches for my soul,
I rudely pull away.
What's the use in believing anyway?
But, still he forever holds onto me.

He yields me for a second,
to think about my sins,
but I continue on my way -
and, still he forever holds onto me.

He wipes away my tears,
as I walk upon the river,
drowning more with every step -
somehow, he still forever holds onto me.