Mercy, like a river flowing,
Washes me free of pain.
Though this world rightly condemns me,
That mercy will remain.
It’s not that I’ve done wondrous things,
Put on a righteous show,
But only by His love for me
Can I live in that flow.
I feel it’s hope wash over me
When I am near despair.
I hear it whisper around me
When I’m burdened with care.
He was the first, He’ll be the last,
The only God I know,
And I will praise Him and rejoice
Within that living flow.
Revelation 21:6
And he said to me, “It is done! I am the Alpha and the
Omega, the beginning and the end. To the thirsty I will give from the spring of
the water of life without payment.
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