Rolling River God, little stones are smooth   Only once the water passes through   So I am a stone, rough and grainy still   Trying to reconcile this river's chill      But when I close my eyes and feel you rushing by   I know that time brings change and change takes time   And when the sunset come, my prayer would be this one   That you might pick me up and notice that I am   Just a little smoother in your hand      Sometimes raging wild, sometimes swollen high   And never have I known this river dry   The deepest part of you is where I want to stay   And feel the sharpest edges wash away      And when I close my eyes and feel you rushing by   I know that time brings change and change takes time   And when the sunset comes, my prayer would be just one   That you might pick me up and notice that I am   Just a little smoother in your hand      Rolling River God, little stones are smooth   Only once the water passes through