Living Water

 

Hearing thunder rolling in the hills, I pray
Lord if it be thy will bring us some rain today.

For things have been hot and dry for way to long
If we don't get rain soon all will be gone.

 

The rain barrels are empty, dry as a bone
The spiders have moved in and made them their home.

The creek has run dry, the spring barely flows
The cattle and horses are thirsty,
But all this you know.

 

For without life giving water all things will die
Only you can bring rain, not I.

I leave it in your hands Lord; you know what is best
As for me, tomorrow is another day, and I need some rest.

 

Awakened in my sleep by a thunder and lightning show
I prayed Lord please let the rain flow.

No sooner where these words out of my mouth
I heard raindrops hitting the roof of the house.

I stepped outside into the rain; I looked into the sky
And praised the Lord for the rain in my eyes.

 

Thanking Him for life-giving water, I am as happy as can be
Knowing He is the Living Water that quenches the thirst of
You and me.


                                                                                          Roger O'Neil © 2003

 

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