Lyrics
[Verse]
The river hums its low refrain
A silver thread through pines and rain
I cast my line
I sift the sand
Seeking treasures in this land
[Chorus]
Oh the rivers of grace
They flow so wide
Through the hills and the valleys
They never hide
Fishing for faith
Panning for gold
The love of the Lord is the richest untold
[Verse 2]
Mountains rise like hymns of old
Their peaks are prayers
Their hearts hold gold
The water whispers
The current sings
A sacred call in simple things
[Prechorus]
I feel the weight of every stone
But I'm never walking here alone
[Chorus]
Oh the rivers of grace
They flow so wide
Through the hills and the valleys
They never hide
Fishing for faith
Panning for gold
The love of the Lord is the richest untold
[Bridge]
Each ripple speaks of mercy's hand
Each grain of sand
A promised land
With every catch
With every find
His glory shines
His love aligns
Style
acousticupliftinggentle fingerpicking with a soaring chorusrich harmoniesworship
Prompt
Worship song about fishing and gold panning in Washington State
Credits
Prompt by
WaveyPhaser636
WaveyPhaser636GeneratedOct 9, 2025
ModelAria v4
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