Flow

There is no end to it.

No beginning, no height, no depth, and no start, or no finish.

It, like You, was there from the start flowing together as one.

Separated but not separate.

Flowing over lives, flowing to give life.

The water is the symbol of cleanliness and life.

It has such a depth, such mysteries it holds.

If it could speak how we would be in awe of what it knows.

Lives it’s seen swallowed up and released.

Truth’s inside screaming to be free.

Pour over us, flow from breast to breast.

Holy Spirit wash us, cleanse us, make us flow.