Like streams of water upon the thirsty arid,
Is Your restoring grace unto my soul.
Every time I’m surprised anew,
In how Your love is full.

Verily, verily,
You are a God of grace and mercy,
I had but heard,
but now I know.

Your Word did not lie,
It’s truth I’ve seen alive.
This grace I live to breath,
So I may but die to live.

If others would but ask,
they would but taste and see.
That Your grace is more then words,
And that Your freedom’s free.

© 2012, Matt Camphuis all rights reserved.

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