Down from above it comes,
The plashing, living stream
Pure as the rain’s sweet breath,
Wild as your secret dream.
Down it flows out of sight
Down to the hidden place
Knowing it came from light
Knowing it falls with grace.
Abundance watering
Those who know not its source
Still bringing life downstream:
Love gives without remorse.
So all my days you pour
Mercy abundantly:
May I give as you give,
In your provision free.
And, as you rose again
Out of death’s darkest night,
Through every doubt and fear
May I await your light.
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