Those still waters were hard to find
I thought I never would,
But then I listened with my heart,
As You had said I should.
Beneath the day’s wild rush.
It held a gentle note of joy,
So soft, almost a hush.
Rustled upon the shore
And I followed that gentle sound
Where I’d not been before.
My old soul felt brand new,
And it was then I realized…
The water flowed from You.
Yet, I had failed to see
That I’d been standing all my life
In Your love and mercy.
But whoever drinks of the water that I will give him will
never be thirsty again. The water that I will give him will become in him a
spring of water welling up to eternal life.
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