Showing posts with label Living water. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Living water. Show all posts

Sunday, August 8, 2021

Like a Well Watered Garden

Isaiah 55:1
"Come, all you who are thirsty, come to the waters; 
and you without money, come, buy, and eat! 
Come, buy wine and milk without money and without cost!


The LORD will always guide you; He will satisfy you
in a sun-scorched land and strengthen your frame.
You will be like a well-watered garden,
like a spring whose waters never fail.

But whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst. 
Indeed, the water I give him will become in him a fount of water 
springing up to eternal life."

John 7:39
He who believes in Me, as the Scripture has said, 
out of his heart will flow rivers of living water.”

Isaiah 12:3
With joy you will draw water from the springs of salvation,


The gardens this year are flourishing
for they have been well-watered!
Hopefully, the garden of our life flourishes also,
well-watered with Living Water 





Come, drink the sinner’s pardon; let faith God’s grace unveil
Like a well-watered garden, like springs that never fail
He pours with kind compassion, redemption to the cursed
Come, partake without ration and quench thy raging thirst

Come, drink and do not tarry where vice and virtue war
Lest the Groom comes to marry and He has barred the door
Come, drink from Living Waters; draw from salvation’s springs
To become sons and daughters of the King of kings

Come now and do not harden your heart with doubt’s dark ploy
Like a well-watered garden, let life flourish with joy
Come without cost or money; drink and be satisfied
For lo, the Groom is coming to gather up His Bride

© Janet Martin




Saturday, April 26, 2014

Living Water




PAD Challenge day 26; write a water poem

We weigh our will with wanting
And weep that we are cursed
With intransigent taunting
Of begging, bleeding thirst

We stuff our cheeks and plunder
 Earth's bread-crumb luxuries
While groaning as we wonder
What will this thirst appease?

Our pockets bulge with bondage
The well of transient bliss
Lures us, like eager children
To drink its emptiness

We clamor for sweet nectar
To quaff our guilt and greed
Is there nothing but water
To fill this mouth of need?

Will we, for all existence
Be damned to drink in vain?
The hollow of resistance
Our perpetual pain?

Hark; hope pours from Love’s fountain
Spoken to sinners first
Pure, precious words of Promise
To satisfy our thirst

A Well-spring from within
And everyone who drinks from it
Will never thirst again’

© Janet Martin