The Water
I was standing by the water,
but I never got wet,
maybe a little sprinkled,
but never totally wet.
Then I heard a voice,
and as it spoke to my heart,
now from the water,
my soul will never part.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2008
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