There’s A Stream That Flows

4 There is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of God, the holy place of the tabernacles of the most High.

~Psalm 46:4

 There are many different streams in our lives.  They can represent different people that cross our paths.  But even though those streams are different, they are fed by the same river.  God finds a way to keep those streams in our lives, even when we continue to run away from Him.  From our birth to our last breath, there is a stream of “life” that calls us to “get wet” with God’s promises, His love, and His blessings.  God wants you a part of the “streams.”


There’s a stream that flows out by my home.

It can bring me back when I start to roam.

For it’s this stream where my life began,

And it’s this stream from which I ran.

There’s a stream that flows down the street,

Where the hot pavement and my feet meet.

The pleasures of this world are what I sought.

There’s nothing in the stream I wanted, I thought.

There’s a stream that flows in the dark of night.

I can still hear it even when it’s out of sight.

But I’m not ready to get in; get myself wet,

There’re too many things I haven’t done yet.

I can still hear the stream as I lie in this bed.

They say this pillow’s not long for my head.

They ask if I’ve ever bathed in that stream.

No – it’s never been a part of any dream.

Then suddenly I see all the streams in my life.

They crossed the rocky paths of pain and strife.

And as I looked up, I saw the mountain top

That’s where the streams all seemed to stop.

The streams flowed down from a river so great,

A river that beckoned me home even this late.

All those different streams that flowed by me,

They were all from a God I finally could see.


© 2014 Charles A. Kalkomey

March 28, 2014