The mountains whence these waters came
are tall and dark and steep.
And having tried the crossing here,
I found it deathly deep.
And knowing not what I should do,
I prayed in my despair:
Hoping for the strength to pass
or a passage than this more fair.
But God, my God had different plans
than those that I betook;
He turned the raging river there
into a quiet brook.
- J. P. Antonios