Living Water

One Drop of water,
Drips from a heavenly place
Graciously falling into this corrupted place

Where torment, hurt, and anguish waste
away the lives they give birth to.

Yeah, it's easy to die
when you're born into this low earth
experiencing pain from birth,
living in hurt
Not understanding your self worth;
Even to the day you die,
Never understanding true life

It hurts.

But that one drop of water
Slowly and surely rides along the atmosphere
dripping down without any fear

Planting itself in the same dirt
That sprung your pain and hurt

Trees
had to start from a seed
Barely rooting itself in the dryness of this world
to survive and maybe pop its head past the soil
and to coil
its way up to have a first breathe
of fresh air
the earths ground has been opened
the veil has been torn
and now the world is made known
to something new
and beautiful

and it grows
unashamed it gives shade
and aids to the rest of what the world creates
and removes pain
and sings a song of praise
because it put to waste
the dryness of hate

It put to waste
death

But without that drop of water
no tree can bear fruit so sweet
that even the driest of earth
begs with extreme thirst
to taste life
for the first time

Now I can understand why
They call it the living water.