Wellspring

You are all together desirable and so my soul longs for you hold me close don't let me go I need to know your love is true I had not thought possible this kind of love to know the kind that people dream of of our origins ages ago More beauty than hanging gardens or the wonders of seven worlds nor crafting by the hands of men fallen it's heights were hurled Like the rain in desert places and dew in a thirsty land desire avidly your own embrace and be led by your own hand Drink from the well inexhaustible the everlasting spring of joy whose word is rooted in virtue which hatred would seek to destroy A cistern in the desert deep an oasis in parched land set you draw the hearts of multitudes lest the setting of love they forget Like well watered resting places where the fountains of the deep saturate the flowering meadows bloom whose treasuries our memories keep Job 8 , Isaiah 58 COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC