There’s a water that carries to unknown bends
Drifting so gently it may be dismissed
It’s flow is such beauty it’s grace is so pure
Ripples of movement by smallest of lures.

Pristine and shining reflecting the Son
Beckoning softly for all to now come
Headed to falls of magnificent design
Springs and fountains that so mesmerize.

Lay in the rest of the carrying tide
Floating with ease no fear and no pride
This water that carries no longer denied
Will rush from the depths when faith does arise.

(June 26, 2015)