What can you say out there in the fog
in want of the old flame, you burned your last log
The memories are hot, the pain you remember
beneath all the ashes, that last glowing ember
Don't bother to fan it, there's no fuel to burn
let it go out, save the ash for the urn
turn your attention to wood that needs chopping
do something worthwhile, like sweeping and mopping
Sweep out the soot and mop up your tears
clean out the attic let go of your fears
Put on the blues,then something upbeat
get on your warm clothes, walk out to the street
Follow it down to the steamy creek bed
The mineral water is something, it's said
melts away sadness and heats up your head
better than anywhere else I've been led
Water and Truth are hardly the same
but spoken by God and heated by flame
springs from the Rock, eternally true
flows through the mind much better than brew
Comforts the soul and eases the dread
lightens the burden and raises the dead
this is the stuff that He baptized us in
Hope for the weary, forgiveness of sin
Gave us His Word which will stand and deliver
won't ever forsake us 'cause He is The Giver
and when life is dreary, and love let's you down
you're feeling all weary, as if you might drown
read Psalm Twenty-Three and you'll get to the part
He leads you to water, and rest for your heart
lie back in the warmth, pulled free from the mire
be freed from the past, and forever 'on fire'!
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