Poetry

---

LIVING RESERVIOR
By Mike Vargas 07-23-06

I come to the mercy seat

Bowing low to wash the Master’s feet

With the pitcher in my hand

To serve the sinless son of man

The Lord of glory I adore

Jesus the living reservoir

I want to be the man
With the pitcher in his hand
Handing out living drink
To the dry and dying of the land

Always drawing from you the reservoir for more
So I can hand out life to the weak and poor
My Lord and King these you came for
Living water heal and restore

Be within me rivers of living waters
Flowing out to your sons and daughters
So they can fill the pitchers in their hands
And hand out new life to a dying land

I want to be the man
With the pitcher in his hand
Bringing new life to wayward man
Bringing the prodicals home again

I return to you the reservoir
To fill up with more
Living water heal and restore

I come to the mercy seat
Bowing in worship at the Master’s feet
raising up holy hands
To honor the great I am

The Lord of glory I adore
Jesus the living reservoir

---

PLEASE ENCOURAGE AUTHOR BELOW LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE