The River of Love

The water flowing from the Rock,
Comes from the Lion’s head.
It waters everything that grows;
Beside the river bed!

The trees produce their fruit each month,
To give life to the living.
The ground is rich like pastureland,
To comfort the forgiving.

The merciful sought mercy
And now they have obtained it.
The river flows so deep and wide,
That no one can contain it.

Many tried to damn it,
But all their work was thwarted.
The river flows on to this day.
Still no one can afford it.

The river banks are made of love;
Walls no one can tear down.
And if you stand beside it’s banks,
You’ll hear this gracious sound.

The sound of tears once wiped away
And never to return.
The sound of gifts given to men,
That never could be earned!

But better than the sound of these,
Is taking part in them.
First to your knees, then to your waist;
Until you have to swim!