Living Water

As helpless as the man beside
That pool the angel stirred;
We also, like him, would have died — 
Our cries for help unheard.
But Jesus passed his way one day,
And said, Take up thy bed.
He picked it up and walked away,
Repeating what He said:
 
I give thee living water, child,
That ever satisfies.
No stagnant pool nor river wild — 
But still and pure it lies.
Refresh thyself — like summer’s rains,
Partake and thirst no more.
The wellspring flows within My veins,
From which I freely pour.
 
As hopeless as the woman whom
The Lord met at the well;
Our sins are great that seal our doom
Eternally to hell.
He offered not the water found
From brook or riverbed,
No well or cistern underground — 
But words of hope instead:
 
I give thee living water, child,
That ever satisfies.
No stagnant pool nor river wild — 
But still and pure it lies.
Refresh thyself — like summer’s rains,
Partake and thirst no more.
The wellspring flows within My veins,
From which I freely pour.

As simple as were David’s sheep
He wrote of in his psalm;
We tend to stray toward waters deep
When looking for the calm.
Lord, shepherd us to fields of green — 
Thy pastures to be fed;
And lead us by Thy gentle stream,
And whisper as we’re led:
 
I give thee living water, child,
That ever satisfies.
No stagnant pool nor river wild — 
But still and pure it lies.
Refresh thyself — like summer’s rains,
Partake and thirst no more.
The wellspring flows within My veins,
From which I freely pour.