Russell G. Robison

SWIRLING WATERS

Oh these swirling waters
Trying to tell me what to do
As I refuse their voice while knowing
Where they’d take me too

Always there a siren singing
Calling out my name
That I should change my course
Before I fall in battle’s flame

Knowing that I cannot
Though my hand is on the wheel
For there can be no turning
Till it’s time for me to kneel