Living Water

 By: Jarom Petrich

Why does water always flow

When it melts from winter's snow

And the rivers rush

Full of glacial slush,

Down to valleys far below?

 

It always seeks the easy way

To navigate to “B” from “A”,

Caring not the least

For plant or beast,

Cutting its course through root and clay.

 

The living water that you are

Has doubtless traveled long and far

From a glacier cold

Or a river old

Or even from a falling star.

 

To end up inside your skin,

Where Christ’s influence is thin,

Though His gentle nudge

Ever seeks to budge

Fluid thoughts away from sin.

For even though His firm decree

Subdued the waves in Galilee

He will never force

One human’s course

But simply pleads: “Come Follow Me”.

 

Like a river, you may live

With no thoughts to share or give,

In a headlong race

To the lowest place

You can reach before the grave.

 

But like the clouds, you too may shun

Inherent tendencies to run,

And choose to rise

Above earthly ties

Ever striving towards the Son

 

To then reach down, lift up and bless

Those withered vines found in distress,

Or to quench throats parched

Who have toiled and marched

Through this life's dreary wilderness.

  

His loving hand will help you drift

Over those you too may lift

To make greener leaves

And reap fuller sheaves

As you share his precious gift.

 

And though your water is mundane

It can relieve another’s pain

If you pour it out

Of a willing spout.

He’ll surely fill you up again.

 

So, where will your water go?

Will it help small seeds to grow?

To strengthen root

And tender shoot

As they struggle through life's snow?