Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream.
Could your reality and things you daily face switch?
Could they become too good to be true or seem unreal?
Tears of sorrow, now tears of joy.
No longer just tolerated, but celebrated.
As you row your boat and move through life…
Have the streams been gentle?
I beg to differ.
The boat is your life, the stream being the things that you face or will encounter.
At times everything inside screams at the agony, but today I say …
Merrily, merrily, merrily, life can be like a dream.
Do you remember those times that felt like a nightmare?
When you waited for your alarm clock to wake you up.
Ring, Ring, Ring… indeed your season’s changed.
You’re no longer where you use to be.
Your seed is coming up out the ground.
In fact , the water for your seed were your tears.
In this 9th month, start expecting.
For GREATER things are about to unfold.