The spring of Siloam

 

 

Take a moment, watch, listen

Beneath the surface’s twinkle and glisten

The rush of water in a dream so pure

The majestic hand of peace seems to lure

To a place where pain ceases to exist

Serenity and calm become the artist

Painting before you a canvas of hope

Lifting from you life’s burdened yoke

As your soul fills with a sense of reprieve

Comfort follows, if you believe.

 

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