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