**(Verse 1)** I am making a way in the wilderness, where no road has dared to go. Through the thorns and the dust of forgotten years, watch My living waters flow. Dry bones once whispered their despair, but I speak, and the barren hear— I am coming with mercy in My hand, turning nothing into here. **(Chorus)** Streams in the wasteland, rivers in the waste! Jackals lift their voices, owls sing in the night they taste. Water for My chosen, drink for the ones I formed, that they might rise and proclaim, proclaim My holy name! **(Verse 2)** The wild ones know My kindness, they honor Me in their place— the howling jackal bows his head, the owl turns her shadowed face. Not because they understand the plan, but because life has broken through. Every thirsty creature testifies: My love is reaching you. **(Chorus)** Streams in the wasteland, rivers in the waste! Jackals lift their voices, owls sing in the night they taste. Water for My chosen, drink for the ones I formed, that they might rise and proclaim, proclaim My holy name! **(Bridge)** You who were shaped by My own breath, fashioned for glory, called by name— I did not form you for the grave, but for the fire of praise that will not be tamed. Open your mouth in the desert place, let worship be the river's song— I provide, I provide, I provide… and you were made to belong. **(Final Chorus – softer, building)** Streams in the wasteland… (oh the wonder of it all) Rivers in the waste… (hear the chosen ones call) Jackals and owls are witnesses now, to the Lamb who makes all things new somehow. Drink, My people, drink and proclaim— forever proclaim My name.
