Your goodness runs like a
River through our bodies—
Refreshing dry throats,
Quenching parched bones,
Nourishing us down to our toes.
White waterfalls of mercy pour with gentle violence,
Streams strengthen our souls
Mists of grace land upon our cheeks.
You flow beside us and in us and around us,
Deepening and widening our roots
As you move.
You guide flowers to bloom,
Form fruit in their time,
Sweeten the crop in its season.
"Blessed is the one
who does not walk in step with the
or stands in the way that sinners take
or sit in the company of mockers,
but whose delight is in the law of the
and who meditates on his law day and
That person is like a tree planted by
streams of water,
which yields its fruit in season
and whose leaf does not wither—
whatever they do prospers."
– Psalm 1:1–3 (NIV)