The Flow

by | May 9, 2019

Michael Jones

May 1, 2019

There is a flow
It is a River
I dive in deep
To be delivered

I wash ashore
I am recovered
By my Savior
My elder Brother

With every drop
Of His pure water
I am now cleansed
He is my Potter

I am His vessel
Renewed not broken
He fills me up
So I may know Him

His nectar sweet
Flows in my dessert
His life springs forth
And without measure

I pour out to Him
My Dearest Friend
Life without end
Eternal treasure

When waters rage
In constant motion
I’m anchored now
In His deep ocean

There is a flow
It is a river
You’re finally home
And loved forever

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