Many Rivers
On the last day Jesus stood and cried out
Come to Me and drink; if anyone thirsts
From his being shall flow many rivers
Welling up and changing death into life
Hear life's cry
Your thirst will be satisfied
And rivers shall flow
Splendor echoes from her English gala
As she throws away her red dancing shoes
Crying out, she says, “How can these things help me?
If there is a God, please satisfy”
Come to Me
If only you will believe
Then rivers shall flow
Pitching tents, we live as wandering pilgrims
Drinking water from a rock on our path
Hallowed memories of our seeking fathers
Steer us toward the promised rivers of rest
Come to Me
The Spirit you will receive
And rivers shall flow
Autor(es): Matthew Fritz
