| Keeper of The Spring |
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I found the living water, so soothing and so pure. It gave me all the strength I needed to endure. And as my eyes beheld the crystal stream, so clear and bright, I wondered at the source of my delight. How could the stream, that followed the rocky mountain crease, Stay still so pure and sparkling through all this world's debris? I thought it so amazing that I sought to find the course And climbed the mountain to the highest source. The spring came bubbling from the rocks, so clean and pure up there And, then, I saw a Keeper watching ~ always with great care. He cleaned the spring out daily and would never least allow One bit of filth to stay there, on His solemn vow. He gave me, then, a lesson that I love with all my heart. He made me Keeper of the Spring of Love, which is my part. I will pass pure waters of life where e'er I go Because I keep my spring, so clean, is not spotted from below. Keeper of the Spring of Love, make me a servant true. Let me build forever upon the likes of You, And keep the waters of my life pure, clean, life-giving words ~ That only witness true and whole, and make men glad they heard! |
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