Where the Living Water Runs Deep
You don't love me over here anymore
because city lights don't glimmer on my marble floor.
And every kiss that I gave you, you never went searching for-
waiting gently for you to tell me that you want more.
Your soul still lies empty
as you think about the past,
and wishing you had the things
you know would never last.
Why can't you move on and focus on what's ahead?
You'd rather dread misery, despair and loss of love instead.
But I see on you a light,
shining a ray of hope;
right now it's not much,
but the tip of a saving rope.
Soon you'll be pulled near and forget all of your fear;
as the dawn breaks in you, the Spirit will soon draw near.
And love will be your new home,
where your heart can rest and sleep.
You can bask in the light shown,
where the living water runs deep.
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