The Living Fount
I wrote a hymn based on Jeremiah 2:11-13. A cistern hewn by prideful hand Will promise empty joys. Amid our idol-laden land, A drought of hope destroys. Exchanging works in place of trust, Denying streams of life, I'm prone to drink the idols' dust, Replacing rest with strife. And then one day, His voice called out. "Oh, taste of me and see. Find life in me the living Fount, A life so good and free." The Spirit gave a heart of flesh That beats with love for Thee. Alive! My soul is now refreshed With life eternally!