Water flowing down the stream

Enters our minds and makes us dream

Of lands afar and sandy beaches

Where nary a nightmare ever reaches

Where worries roll out with the tides

Emotions stop their coaster rides

Where ocean swells are so hypnotic

Stopping notions of the neurotic

No water dripping in the sink

No worries of most anything.

But is the ocean deep enough

To deposit all our bad stuff?

Does the water do such things?

Like take the pains and sufferings?

Can it wash away our fears?

Can it absorb all of our tears?

Maybe not, but then again

I know One who surely can

Baptized by the Spirit in the water

I know there can be no other

So let the waters flow over me

Now that I can truly see

The One who came to set me free

The One like who I want to be

He will give me living water

He is the only, like no other

His holy water can wash my fears

His flowing stream takes all my tears.

The things that used to make me scream

Go flowing down the gentle stream.