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The water
May the water run in you
To the deep of your soul
May it find you
May it find in you a seed
That only this water can grow
Something only you will know
What your Maker always knew
That the water runs through you
Dry land, this world is such a dry land
Everywhere I look I see the thirst
My hand, let it be from my hand
That a river runs through this earth
Stretch me, trip me up and catch me
Remind me what it's like to be set free
Claim me, startle and amaze me
With a new possibility
© by
James Hersch/Whitewater Music
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