The Slow, Meandering God

Down below and off a ways is a river
          which they call Red.

Slowly but surely this river called Red
          has carved out its spot in our land,
          its elbows reaching wide
          watering our fields.

This river brought us here as we came from lands afar
          some, in search of new land and opportunity
          others, fleeing for their lives.

Slowly but surely this river called Red
          carried us here.

O how God is like this river called Red,
          for he too has carried us here,
          slowly but surely,
                    never too quickly,
          the slow, meandering God.