When your words run dry as wilderness,
Lean on me where the words flow as a regent river.
When your words run dry as wilderness,
Rest in my embrace that is likened to none other.
For healing hangs on the horizon,
Reach for rays of resilience and restoration.
For healing hangs on the horizon,
Catch it speedily and tuck it in close to your chest.
Taste the water that lasts eternally,
And let it paint your soul artfully.
Taste the water that lasts eternally,
That leads to enduring love, steadfast, as an anchor.
The hems of healing radiate righteously,
While testimonies rejoice vitally.
The hems of healing radiate righteously,
While grace extends unfathomably.
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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