Gentle Waters

The wheel it turns, it turns and turns
Quite softly, it is hushed,
A little moan, a little flow-
With only gentle love.

Crooning, murmuring
Masterful, it creaks,
Water splashing, cogs enmeshing-
Strong and very meek.

The wheel it turns, it gathers speed,
The little creek, it grew,
The flow picks up a pace-
The cogs turn faster too.

Flowing wider, deeper, stronger
The little river churns,
Filling deeper, filling wider-
The paddles ever turn.

Turning, turning, power burning,
Making good things there,
Grain is grinding, flour producing-
Meals to prepare.

The wheel it turns, time's passing by,
Still placid, flows the stream,
Gently flowing, always flowing-
With waterwheel, a team.

Gentle waters keep it turning
Steady is the pace,
Steady, rhythmic, round and round-
Set in the perfect place.

The wheel it turns, just as it's bid,
It turns in peaceful love,
God sends the gentle water-
From Him it always comes.

Gentle, gentle, love it flows,
To power hearts each day,
Flowing under, over, hour by hour-
His slipstream is the way.

The wheel, it turns, it never stops
God's gentle waters come,
Running to eternity-
The river of His love.

Soft whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems © March 2011
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