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.