Like streams in the desert and wells in the waste,
A river flows out from the Lord's holy place,
With comfort and strength for the weak and oppressed.
The wounded are healed and the weary find rest!
How blest are the thirsty, for they shall be filled
With waters of life from the rock on God's hill!
One time it was struck by the cruel judgment rod;
Now mercies spring forth from the throne of our God.
O lift up your eyes to the hill where he died!
To Jesus, the True Rock, from whose smitten side
Pure waters spill down, and dry land is refreshed,
As God's promised Spirit is poured on all flesh.
Descend Holy Spirit from Jesus above!
Come fill us with grace from the Father of love!
Till earth is renewed, all creation restored,
By waters of life from the house of the Lord.
Very nice poem, Bruce. It could be a hymn. I can't write music; otherwise I would love to try.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Bruce. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks