Ah, the Stream from where my spirit drinks!
His cooling comfort touches and I'm new,
Refreshed again, restored to His eternal link
His living water flows, giving strength- it's true!
Like the deer that thirsts I crave His Presence
He fills my cup and there I feed on Grace,
And everything I have that's in existence
Comes from Him, I live to seek His Face.
All rights reserved~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~01.23.14
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