The Rivers Flow, Flow

THE RIVERS FLOW, FLOW

The rivers flow, flow,
Rushing down into green valleys.
No one can quench them but God.

They cleanse the land
As they rush down the mountain,
Bringing health and purity.

The rivers flow, flow,
Running down my eyes,
No one can quench them but God.

I weep because they keep not Your law!
It is time for You to work, God.
For they have made Your law void!

The tears flow, flow,
Making tracks down my face.
No one can quench them but God.

My soul groans within me,
As I behold the transgressors
Who keep not Your Word.

The tears flow, flow,
Gushing from deep within.
No one can quench them but God.

In my distress I cried,
And the Lord God heard,
And delivered me!

The rivers flow, flow,
Making fertile the soil of my soul.
No one can quench them but God.




They cleanse our souls
As they run down,
Bringing health and purity.


Rivers of waters run down mine eyes,
because they keep not thy law.
Psalm 119:136

And he shall be like a tree planted
by the rivers of water,
that bringeth forth his fruit in his season;
his leaf also shall not wither:
and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.
Psalm 1:3



Written by Kendra Roberts
June 27, 1997