Fountainhead

His glory wrenches my soul

His grace my hunger feeds

This devastated one dares gaze

Upon the God who bleeds.

In humble adoration

I seek to find His face

I cast myself abandoned

Headlong upon His grace

So with a thirst so violent

And with a need beyond all need

I bind myself to Jesus side

I cling unto the God who bleeds

The fountain of our being

flow s forth our lives to fill

Souls flood with living water

That runs where e’re it will

As the water comes from the sea

To water the earth with rain

So to it streams now return

To the source from which they came.

We borrow our very being

From the author of all life

The alpha is omega

And this is all In Christ

I’ll live up to the privilege

Immersed in mercy’s source

I will dwell in my fountainhead

And delight within His course.

Anthony Foster February 25, 2003