There Is a River

Written by Lisa DeVinney on . Posted in poetry

 
Lord, once again I’m traveling down a dry and weary path;
Discouragement is overtaking me.
But in that moment, when I fear my strength is gone…at last!
I see a river flowing, full and free.
 
It flows out from the holy place, where You are waiting, Lord,
To soothe away the weariness and strain.
You beckon me to step into the crystal-flowing ford,
Where cooling ripples ease away the pain.
 
And then, You whisper to me that the stream is always near,
If I should ever need its balm, again;
For it flows from the Father’s heart, a river pure and clear;
To reach me in a dry and thirsty land.
 
Your river, Lord…it flows so clear and free.
Oh, may it flow forever over me.
 
 
 “There is a river whose streams shall make glad the city of God,
The holy place of the tabernacle of the Most High.
God is in the midst of her, she shall not be moved;”
Psalm 46:4-5 NKJV
 
 
©Lisa DeVinney, May 2008
 

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