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Dwight Plett |
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Must Be That River Lorna laughs at me sometimes, because it seems we can’t drive over a bridge without me making some kind of comment about the river we’re crossing. I’ve always loved rivers. There’s something life-affirming and mysterious about them. I always wonder where they’ve been and where they’re going. It could be that part of my love of rivers stems from deep inside me where I know that someday I’ll have a home on a river bank…
When I see a river passing slowly homeward to the sea Something moves me in a way I can’t describe Like a faint and far-off memory of a place I’ve never been Or a part of me that longs to be alive
Must be that River, that I’ve been longing for Must be that tree of life, growing on its shore Must be my Saviour, that I can’t wait to see Must be I’m longing for the home that He’s prepared for me
Sometimes deep dissatisfaction overtakes me by surprise And I can’t quite understand what might be wrong There are times when I feel lonely even in a crowd of friends Like I don’t know where this troubled soul belongs...
When I hear the songs of Heaven at the water’s edge one day And I feel the kiss of welcome on my face As the tears of joy run freely from the eyes that finally see All the beauty and the wonder of that place...
I’ll see that river, that I’ve been longing for I’ll see that tree of life, growing on its shore I’ll see my Saviour, the one I longed to see He’ll bid me welcome to the home that He’s prepared for me
I’ll see that river, that I’ve been longing for I’ll see that tree of life, blooming on its shore I’ll see my Jesus, the one I longed to see And I’ll be home forever, where I know I’m meant to be. |
