Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Holy Water

Like mercy
Does the water fall
Big love
Couched in droplets small.
It means…

At your gates, O Lord,
At your gates
We enter by water
Which he hates,
The enemy of our souls.

The door, the sky, the River,
All love from You, the giver.
Could we but see it,
Your will to deliver.
As for me, I will not shut my eyes.

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