July 18, 2022
My spirit needs water from life giving rain.
In the desert a garden is hard to maintain.
Why live in a wasteland all dusty and dry,
When my soul could bloom freely with water nearby?
The life-giving water that flows from a stream
Still waters my garden it’s not just a dream.
It waters my soul as I drink from that spring.
My heart is refreshed, I continue to sing.
The source of the water will never run dry.
Eternal refreshment my soul never dies.
It’s nothing to hoard rather something to share.
To keep it a secret is simply not fair.
The water is plentiful not just for me.
Don’t let your soul wither when it could be free.