Water, like a wild Love that’s constrained
By dams of fear and levees of hate,
Builds a fierce current, black and white and jealous.
Until it overtakes its boundaries, and levels everything in its path.
When a round of hate shot into its pews, a Charleston church sang hymns of grace,
Releasing rapids of redemption to fill nine empty spaces, and countless souls.
Hatred and violence drowned under a current of inexplicable love,
Proving Emmanuel and humbling the world.
Water, like the cycles of the moon
Churns a tide of high and low, repentance and rest.
Building on an ancient rhythm and arranging creation’s song.
Raining down, lifting up, and wasting not a drop.
And when a hater shoots with bullets or words,
When evil packs a gun or a prejudice,
The gospel cycles close, using an invisible force to pull the darkness in,
Offering supernatural winds of change and the power to turn.
Water, like saving faith,
Spreads wide when invited in,
Lingering long and filling the lowly places deep,
Reaching farther in the valleys than on higher ground.
And when a woman like Elisabeth Elliot opens her life to God,
The power of Jehovah rushes into her wide open soul.
And carries her around the world, to the end of a spear, and through the valley of darkness.
Leaving the watchers with a higher perspective and a bigger God.
Water, like the persons of God
Are three in one, a trio of the same.
Father, Son, and Holy Spirt. Solid, liquid, and gas.
The first can be all at once, the second forced to choose its form.
When a Church worships the Triune God,
Trusting in His plan, resting in His work, and listening to His voice,
When the body of Christ sets a table of repentance and feasts on His grace,
It can, all at once, be a solid rock, a fountain of life, and a breath of fresh air.
Water, like the blood of Christ,
Washes the dirtiest, guiltiest, and those wrecked with shame,
Turning sinners into saints and making the worst worthy again,
So we may stand clean in His presence, holy and pure.
When a sinner like you and me stoops to lap the Living Water,
When she lets it fill her empty places and cool her prideful anger,
When she opens the water-gates and lets it round her sharp edges,
She meets the same God who brought water from a rock and life from a dusty grave.
“Whoever believes in me, as the Scripture has said, ‘Out of his heart will flow rivers of living water.” John 7:38