When the path that I must
travel
Becomes rocky and steep,Then I rest within the promise
That Christ was born to keep.
For You’re the water when I thirst,
Nourishment when I'm weak.
You are the quiet place of rest
Which I will always seek.
For You walk with me on the path,
You are the rushing stream
That flows from heaven with Your love
To restore and redeem.
Psalm 78:15-16
He split the rocks in the wilderness and gave them water as abundant as the seas; he brought streams out of a rocky crag and made water flow down like rivers.
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