The River Jesus
Where the river runs
It runs eternally
It must run through the lowlands
On the way to the sea
Flowing from the mountains
Descending with the breeze
This is the River Jesus
And he’ll run where ere He will be pleased
He is a river not a lake
He gives all that I can take
And it’s beautiful
It’s beautiful
So I will glorify
And enjoy him forever.
He is flowing through His own
He is flowing through His own
In a dry and thirsty land
He is flowing through His own
The River Jesus
Flowing He frees us
Drenches us to our soul
Running onto the goal….
Anthony Foster
August 12, 2002