At the well of life,
my days get hard and the land
I stand in is parched.
The days get long and thirst builds up
inside my soul,
the water I thirst for is your love deep within,
the water of life builds the life within,
the water of love fills my soul deep inside,
I take a stand with the water I thirst for,
the land is dry until you take me in your arms
and you give me the water I thirst for.
You take my hand and my days,
you revive my mind,
you give me the water I thirst for,
so deep inside my soul,
I long for your touch,
oh, how I love you so much,
you are the water I thirst for.
Written by:©Betty Bolden
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