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The Water He Pours
As heavenly rain falls down from the skies
Tasting as mellow as the sweetest wine
I always turn my eyes upward searching
For the One love who is forever mine
And as I drink of the water that He does pour
Deep Into my hearts well every day
I pick up a pen and paper to begin writing sweet prose
Before the many words from my mind do fade
For I exist only for His constant pleasure
And with heartfelt love will I lift His name
While praying the words I write will be a treasure
Touching His children never leaving them the same
For as His rain pours down from heavenly skies
I find that my day becomes much more complete
As my heart does taste of His inspired praises
That might lead many lost souls to kneel down at His feet
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