Went First

The hand that made the rock
     made living water gush out of it,
Flowing through the desert dry
     like a river filling the heart of it.

That hand touched each of us
     quenching much more than thirst,
His rock showed us the only way
     and through His love went first.

Psalm 105

    See this poem @ His Newsman

by J Alan R
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