Living Waters

A waterfall, crashing from the heights,

dazzling energy, like the Spirit

of God. I am but toe-deep

in your lovely waters, Lord,

mostly dry,  for most of the day,

but I want to wade, ever deeper

into your rivers of delight.

 

I want to live there, your waters,

cascading around me,

scouring out the ash in me,

irrigating my barren soul,

recalling me to life.

 

I want your waters,

your iridescence, to make

the air bright and holy around me.

Bright, holy and full of joy.

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I want to live in your waterfall, Lord.

I want your living waters to spring within me.

I want to dive through your torrents,

letting nothing hold me back.

Not sin, not sin.

Not unforgiveness, not bitterness.

 

I will let go of anger, once, twice,

and again, so I may not be a leaf,

rotting blocked by the rocks,

but a rainbow fish flashing free.

 

I will let go of my sadness. Let go

Of grief. For what men mean for evil,

you can convert to good.

 

So shall I swim in your great river, oh Lord,

And your great river shall swim within me.