The River
The River of Life flows unseen
By the carnal eye.
It flows through true believers
Whose thirsts are satisfied.
They become a fountain
Others may come and drink
Priceless Living Waters,
It staggers the mind to think.
God chooses to dwell in earthen pots,
And walk in vessels of clay.
His Holy Spirit leaves them not,
Their path, it shines like the day.
They become a gushing,
Sparkling, refreshing life.
They become a flowing stream,
Washing dark in light.
They surge on unnoticed
By the blinded see.
But are seen as glorious,
To those meant to be
Those meant to see
Him.
by Annie
