PASSAGE

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PASSAGE

Row row row your boat

Gently down the stream

Until the stream becomes white water

A nightmare replaces the dream

Our little boats get tossed about

Spun around this way and that

Jettisoning things out of the boat

We can't even steer through that

We just have to hang on the best we can

Our knuckles white with fear

Until the majestic Stream of Life

Carries us to where, once again, it is clear

Sometimes just staying in the storm tossed boat

Is the best that we can do

Wait until the waters are calm

And the jagged rocks are though

Then we straighten our garments and get comfortable

While our little boat drifts on

Until we've left the danger behind

The darkening threat is gone

Row row row your boat

Gently down the stream

Merrily merrily merrily merrily

Life is but a dream

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