Your love is like a mountain stream,
Its water, pure and sweet,Nourishing all as it washes
Around the mountain’s feet.
Yet love, that has its source in You,
Is sweeter in its flow
Than any stream born of this earth.
Its spate won’t ebb or slow.
Its feeds even the barren heart
Until it lives anew
And opens up in verdant joy
As Your love cascades through.
Isaiah 41:18
I will make rivers flow on barren heights, and springs within the valleys. I will turn the desert into pools of water, and the parched ground into springs.
Another nod to ATF. She has sent me so many wonderful photos, we may never run short again! Love her!
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