In the kingdom of light
There are fountains of living water
That even the most fevered brow
Cannot help but find relief.
I open my mind, my heart,
To receive such refreshment.
I see it in my mind's eye
Pouring out, like a great flood, over me,
Filling the parched ground,
Binding up the limb
And healing every lost
And languishing corner of my soul.
And then, like the heaving of the sea,
It overflows and pours downstream
To fill the arid lands of the lost souls
Still knit up within my flesh.
And as it does,
Around about me springs
Flowers of every kind and shape
Each in its own likeness.
And the world of unyielding heat
Gives way to paradise.
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