Water is poured
out from Zion
down
hill
washing
filling
willing
like happy hands
reaching
from west to east
Hands, that
when asked
for a piece
give you a feast
removing just as far
every transgression
of rubble along its
highways to the
promised land
This love of God
is not a light rain
or a gentle pool
It is mighty waterfalls
and passionate rapids
spilling from our mountain
to fill us and carry us
with rivers of life to
its bouyant and
boundless ocean
Blessed are those whose strength is in you, in whose heart are the highways to Zion. Psalm 84:4
Deep calls to deep at the sound of Your waterfalls;
All Your breakers and Your waves have rolled over me. Psalm 42:7
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