Silver River

Silver River carrie the wicker, the wicker basket that has my babe

You have my babe now carry him away, carry him away so badness does not reach him, reach him and end his days

The day has come

The day has come where I say, i say my goodbyes, and I hope the silver river takes him on a journey, takes him on a journey where he will grow old, grow old beyond his days

My days will

My days will grow weary, weary in the hope, the hope that someone will find my tiny babe, my tiny babe on the this coming day,  I live in hope

I live in hope that one day you will grow beyond years in God’s grace

In God’s grace, I hope

I hope you will grow beyond years, beyond years to walk and share God’s ways, and God’s ways where he never gives up never give up on all, even those who wade, wade through the waters that turn the silver to a swamp

Someday you will lead, lead and be read about in books, read about in books where wars of life have meanings, meanings of God’s true love

Written by Joanne Chitwood

Story adapted from story’s of God’s legacy