Living Spring

In desert lands where shadows fall, God’s voice still whispers, clear and small. A guiding hand, a steady light, He turns our darkness into sight.

No Sunday God, nor fleeting flame, but Lord of life, forever the same. The well that flows, it will not die, A spring of hope that never runs dry.

Surrendered heart, a soul set free, Christ lives within, His victory. Through Spirit’s power, rivers rise, true worship lifts beyond the skies.

So drink, O soul, and thirst no more, the Living Water will restore. For in His love, our purpose lies, A well eternal, that satisfies.