In the kingdom of light
There are fountains of living water So refreshing That even the most fevered brow Cannot help but find relief. I open my mind, my heart, To receive such refreshment. I see it in my mind's eye Pouring out, like a great flood, over me, Filling the parched ground, Binding up the limb And healing every lost And languishing corner of my soul. And then, like the heaving of the sea, It overflows and pours downstream To fill the arid lands of the lost souls Still knit up within my flesh. And as it does, Around about me springs Flowers of every kind and shape Each in its own likeness. And the world of unyielding heat Gives way to paradise.
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