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The Spirit is like water,
Content to dwell in lowly places,
Taking shape wherein it dwells,
It refreshes and renews,
Giving birth to life and life to Man.
It ascends to possess great depth,
Hiding up the mystery.
In seeking spiritual things,
The waters rise within you.
Flooding first the lowest valleys,
Rising up above the hills,
Swallowing up the highest mountains,
To bear you closer unto God.
Time is like a river,
It rushes quickly on.
Carrying away upon the flood,
The days of all your life.
Ever moving, never resting
It takes you from the past
To give you place within today.
Gushing onward, quickly still
It rushes to the Sea.
Lifting you beyond the moment,
Spilling you into Eternity.
Thus is the Master become like water
Poured upon the earth;
Seeking out the lowest places,
The Master is humble and always gracious.
Like water in a parched and weary land,
The Master refreshes and enlivens,
To make in the desert,
A garden for the Soul.
Living not in unseen tomorrows,
The Master dwells within today.
Being content within each moment,
The Master embraces eternity.
Opening wide the gates of the Soul,
The Master is at one with creation.