“And he turned him unto his disciples, and said privately, Blessed are the eyes which see the things that ye see: For I tell you, that many prophets and kings have desired to see those things which ye see, and have not seen them; and to hear those things which ye hear, and have not heard them.”
As dry lips and a parched mouth welcome water,
with such reverence does your servant bow by the rivers of the fullness of Your glory.
A mighty torrent is the Lord’s presence;
audible, even if ever faintly,
if one would just draw near
and cup their portion.
The twilight croaks the final gasp of the day
and gives way to the inevitable night
Even so, will I find you in the stillness, even then in death.
His river is heard within the dark thickets and behind the evening nocturne
if one would but hush the madness of the world
and seek the counsel of His voice,
a gentle thundering.
By the Light of Your Word have I found Oasis
By the cry of Your Heart have I found Salvation
“Then said he to me, These waters issue out toward the east country, and go down into the desert, and go into the sea: which being brought forth into the sea, the waters shall be healed. And it shall come to pass, that every thing that lives, which moves, wherever the rivers shall come, shall live: and there shall be a very great multitude of fish, because these waters shall come there: for they shall be healed; and every thing shall live wherever the river comes.”