Leaf-shielded, spots in these sounds
Holy and everlastingly
Fixated on
What spurts, as living waters
From out God's throne.
In a home-made paradise
Of soul's re-vitalizing
Bubbly, and rock-spilt.
She, once full of unbelief
He, for whom had built!
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