Joy

As I raise my hands through the falling water
I prepare myself for the humid weather
I fear that the rain might worsen the drought
Lest we forget; lest we doubt

The water rushing
The flood is cold
The diamond shining
The face turns old

Oh, my Saviour
Pour it down to me
Give me the blessing
The power to cleanse thee

Wash away
Among the suds
Walk away
Along the studs

Drag all the evil
Run down the hole
Save all the people
I’ve done my role

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