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A cistern that is broken
With cracks I can not
see
Contains barely enough
water
To quench the thirst of
me
For water shall seep out
Through the cracks I
know
And oh so dry and
thirsty
Away, away I go!
But a vessel pure from
heaven
A fountain to restore my
life
Filled with love and promise
To remove my grief and strife
So Lord, may Your living water
Continually shower over
me
Creating life anew
To set this captive free!
Del Sylver Bates ã
Del Sylver Bates
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Revised : 01 Oct 2008 04:32:51 -0400
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