Your Water, Body, Blood

Let me draw water from Your spring
     That never will run dry,
For I to You my dry heart bring;
     Without You my heart dies.

In my heart there is nothing worth
     Unless you irrigate
With water once gave me new birth;
     Please be on time, not late.

Keep me connected to Your vine
     Or I will perish here,
Give me Your Blood made from Your wine
     And cast out all my fear.

Your bread Your Body will then come—
     With Blood and water lives—
In me with You my heart becomes
     A place where You forgive.

Then in my weakness others see
     Your strength will make hearts great,
When to You we will bend our knee
     We’re saved from Adam’s fate.

Your water, Body, Blood are all
     Our hearts will ever need
To save us from Old Adam’s fall
     As our heart’s cry You heed.