No Longer Thirsty Now For I Know Where the Lemon Trees Grow---

I know the land where the lemon-trees flower. Grows, God has instilled in me a chance to shower; To cry about those sadden things; To pray for the suddenly glad tidings; I am thirsty Lord ~chorus~ Oh, I truly believe, nothing but lemon aide for me A sweet tasting life to me, A sweet tasting life to be Liquid yellow water fruit for my stomach and my soul No longer thirsty now for I know where the lemon trees grow Come to the garden, it will be different this time; Come to the altar, bring your cup of water; Where Adam and Eve will be praising God; So smoothing the brine odd sure, Father; I am thirsty Lord ~chorus~ Oh, I truly believe, nothing but lemon aide for me A sweet tasting life to me, A sweet tasting life to be Liquid yellow water fruit for my stomach and my soul No longer thirsty now for I know where the lemon trees grow The smells of juniper leaves lavender in the breeze; Ahh! those lemon trees await you and me; While somewhere on the northeast region of India; Northern Burma or China I believe the bitter orange revival; I am thirsty Lord My taste for lemon, shall not go unfathomed; Come to the garden; It will be different this time; Come to the new altar; Come drink of the new wine; Where Adam and Eve will be praising God; I know the land where the lemon-tree flower grows; I know the land where the lemon-tree grows; 7/22/18 FOR: PRETTY POEM PLEASE POETRY CONTEST SPONSORED BY: JULIA WARD