WATER IN DRY PLACES
On soil desolate of rainrunning cracks shout drought across the ground
Signs of life, no remains
old lonely death walks around
A whisper of a wish of a spirit deprived
oh if but death would embrace flesh's fire
Substance of hope of a soul denied
oh death dance with flesh, quench desire
Tired are the trees releasing britttle leaves
chained by the rays of the sun
No found peace in a gentle breeze
thou evidence unseen, death has not yet won
Hear the sound of running horses or tis' a near by spring?
Come forth with deliverance and riches untold
Death be now swallowed up for you have lost your sting
Praises unto God for the joy that fluids the soul
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