TEACHING GOD’S WORD AND SINGING HIS PRAISES

SPRINGS OF JOY

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The clicking sound of irrigation

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Awakens my imagination;

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The noise passersby alerting

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To be aware that water’s squirting.

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The trunks of trees are getting cleaner,

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While on the ground the grass gets greener.

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The grownups give each hose wide berth

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So all that fluid will hit the earth

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And not their hair and clothes and shoes.

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Getting wet gives adults blues.

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But children run into the spray;

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They see it as a place to play.

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They don’t object to getting drenched;

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Dignity’s not in them entrenched.

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How I love their squeals of laughter!

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The joy of watching them stays after

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They’ve all gone inside to dry.

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And then I start to wonder why

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I so resist the Spirit’s rain

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That seeks to freshen me again.

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My soul spends time just gathering dust

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Because I lack in child-like trust.

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“The thing that’s proper” blinds my eyes

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And can my “God thirst” paralyze.

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Lord, let my dignity go crashing

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And in Your springs of joy go splashing!

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With abandon, into Your river

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I throw myself, Great Blessing Giver.

 

Wayne West