Trust me, I've been there, I've looked, I've searched and I know now, that there are no answers to be found in the bottom of a bottle or on the edge of a blade! Fighting Hard, Recovering, Rebuilding, REBORN. Moving on from addiction to a new life.
Here I long to feel the gentle pulse Of the ever flowing stream These roots have been exposed so long They’ve dried up in the drought I hear You say it will soon be over To trust that prosperity will come But all I see is the dry river bed That long since carried the stream So here I am ready to bear fruit When the season turns once more No longer to be exposed to the drought But to dance in the living waters So I trust in You, my Lord And renew my faith in You, my God In hope that come the new season We all will dance in the streams with You
Those heavy burdens and some light The painful burden in the dead of the night Those carried afar To those found so near Their weight burdens a soul But can you not hear the water Of the streams running beside you Can you find the living waters Beside which you can lay your burdens down There upon the banks Leave all that you carry And walk into the waters Let the waters wash you clean The streams that run right from heaven Where the weak will find their hope Where the weary lay down their burdens And all who give them their soul Will walk free once more
Have we walked Through dry lands Desperately searching For streams in the wilderness To refresh our souls To satisfy our desires Yet we kept on searching Never finding Our hearts looking in wrong places To the dry river beds Where our lifesong once ran Endless searching Until upon our knees We finally fell Calling out to heaven’s rains And there He was All along Our Christ Our saviour
Before our eyes Holding out His cup Living waters for our soul Endless life within His hands There it was all along Within our reach Even in the dry lands There in the wilderness So why I ask Did we take so long to see?
The dry and the parched Wanderers in the wastelands Of empty feelings And hearts of lost hopes Here I call you To lift up your eyes And see Him before you The glorious Son Of Man In His hands is a cup He has waiting for you Now drink from His cup Of the living waters within And be filled with new life As those waters flow through And never be thirsty Or lost in hope ever again
Lord let my feet lead me Down to the water’s edge Beside the flowing stream Where there awaits before me A simple raft for me to board
No paddle or simple oars Just timbers bound together No rudder there to steer a path Without mast nor sails To receive the crying wind
I’ll take nothing aboard Only myself and nothing else Pushing off from the bank Into the flow of the river Upon these living waters I will trust
Here the flowing soul beneath Will lead me down the river Over waterfalls, through ragged rocks I’ll cling to these timbers With all that I’ve got
When the river greets the ocean Let me drift out over the sea Away from all the paths That my feet have created Paths which keep me away from You
Take me out over the horizon I’ll trust these waters as my guide Until I see You standing out upon the waves Then please call me from my safety Where I’ll walk upon the waters to the comfort of Your arms