The spring of Siloam
Take a moment, watch, listen
Beneath the surface’s twinkle and glisten
The rush of water in a dream so pure
The majestic hand of peace seems to lure
To a place where pain ceases to exist
Serenity and calm become the artist
Painting before you a canvas of hope
Lifting from you life’s burdened yoke
As your soul fills with a sense of reprieve
Comfort follows, if you believe.
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