hymn #10 2025, reworked (B) (Tenor Session)

dry cracked ground A dry throat i need water a heart desire beautiful thirst it aches deep no taste on my tongue can satisfy not even sharing a cup a gentle word of hope those small drops endless kindness a glimpse of endless life quickly washing everything clean true satisfaction is not found in clasping but in bowing dow let the water overflow Let the dry land come alive finding life not in our own weak hands but in the hands that make rivers from rock he does not keep it for himself he does not hold back His kindness is like flowers in the dry land never ending a safe place where the tired can drink because he is the source of water not an illusion in the sand a longing that will not go unanswered and under his guidance quiet waters are peace true satisfaction is not found in my hands but in bowing down let the water overflow let the dry land come alive finding life not in our own weak hands but in the hands that shape the stone dark red shadows the heavy wooden cross his death paid for our new life the voice of the guide calling us back to rivers flowing free wash me i pray in your flood of kindness your life is all i want the gentle one who died the strong king who rules his love is my value true satisfaction is not found in my hand but in bowing down let the water overflow let the dry land come alive finding life not in our own weak hands but in the hands that shape the stone