a river
i saw a river
flowing with the spirit of the most high
through the dryest parts of my soul
the river of God my redeemer
flowing with the spirit of the holy one
unlocking all my chains
bringing freedom to the enslaved parts of my soul
i felt the water wash over my parched lips
bringing life to the dead parts of my soul
i reach out my hands
to grasph this living water
that liberates me from my sin
the living water that quenches my thirsty soul
i saw a river
running through a land of desperation
bringing peace to the war raging in my soul
breaking chains that bound me up as a slave to my own darkness
this living water that lifts burdens and helps the fallen
lifting those bent beneath their loads
i saw a mighty river
rushing towards my brokenness
i look to the living water in hope
for it satisfies my every hunger and thirst
it heals my every wound and cut and gash and bleeding soul
it covers me in a love so deep no ocean can compare
this living water is not like anything of the world
it is only found
in my Savior, Jesus Christ
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