As rivers run into the sea
So God's love pours inside of me
With all the flow and energy and power it imparts
The rivers empty out themselves to the seas own empty heart
Though smashed against the jagged rock
And thrown against the shore
It does what it must to reach the one
In desperate need of more
A beaten, bruised and bloodied Son
Delivered up to die
Pressed between two boards of wood
Nailed and lifted high
To hang between two wretched thieves
And bear the ridicule
Of His killers, brethren, own creation
Made to be a fool
Regardless of the splintered wood
Or jeering of the crowd
His blood, His love has been poured out
On humble hearts who've bowed
Who made all things and is all things
Emptied Himself to be
The fullness of salvation
For as dry and barren me
Now exalted in the heavens
Where He rules with all command
He still pours out living water
On the broken, thirsty land
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