The more that the Lord has touched my heart and life, the more I am drawn to HIM.... What a glorious LORD HE is.
A New Fountain A brand new fount the Father has opened for me to draw water out, these living waters are full of joy and will cause one to lift up a shout. This fount He has opened can never run dry as it comes from His throne up above; it is a fount of His blessing and mercy and a fount of His glorious love. Who knows what wondrous treasures this fount on me will bestow; all good and perfect gifts come from Him so I’ll gladly accept them I know. Yet no matter how much I continue to drink from this fount I’m thirstier for Him, so as I seek for His face and live in His grace I cry, Father come fill me again! Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings June 1994
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