And on the banks, on both sides of the river, there will grow all kinds of trees for food. Their leaves will not wither, nor their fruit fail, but they will bear fresh fruit every month, because the water for them flows from the sanctuary. Their fruit will be for food, and their leaves for healing.
I'm not really sure what this metaphor is for, but it's pretty awesome. A river flowing from God's sanctuary to all parts of the earth. A river too deep to pass. A river filled with healing and fruit. A river that is life-giving. A river of love. It's the river. The one we sing about in all our songs.
Take me to the river. Pull me off the shore. Here within your freedom, I have found my reason. I am yours. Let the waters rise, far above my head. Baptize me in wonder. Spirit take me under once again.
Lord, fill me with the water. Fill me with hope and courage. Send me downstream. Send me in the current. Let the waters rise above my head. I don't want to fear the currents of Your love and of Your Truth. Spirit take me under. I need You. I need this cleansing flow. Father, let Your river flow!
Amen. Amen. Amen.
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