Crashing waters at creation, ordered by the Spirit’s breath, first to witness day’s beginning from the brightness of night’s death. Parting water stood and trembled as the captives passed on through, washing off the chains of bondage, channel to a life made new. Cleansing water once at Jordan closed around the one foretold, opened to reveal the glory ever new and ever old. Living water, never ending, quench the thirst and flood the soul. Wellspring, source of life eternal, drench our dryness, make us whole.
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