Water Flowing Through my Hands

I wrote this in church. I like to keep a notebook with me when I go places.

WATER FLOWING THROUGH MY HANDS

Water flowing through my hands
like sunlight through the rain
Quenching thirst of heart sore lands
and leaving fruit and gain.

If I could move the waterfalls
To spill their glory springing
I’d change the sound that too men calls
And bring the light to ringing.

I am no sure of who I am
At times throughout the day
But I know that through the lamb
My life won’t fade away.

I cannot make the flowing water,
I cannot beam the sun
But I know that I am a daughter
Of God the holy one.

I cannot move the mountains
But I can walk upon this land
And let my lips be fountains
And be the great Lord’s hand.

My God sent a redeemer
To save the light in me
And be you man or dreamer
The Lord can live in thee.

Let my lips, Lord, speak the word
Let sunlight fill my eyes
So all who know me will have heard
Men can live after he dies.