Daily To Your Fountain

By Betty Jo Mathis

Daily to Your fountain, Lord,

My arid soul I'd bring,

Athirst for living Water

From Your eternal spring.

Daily to Your fountain, Lord,

My weary feet would go.

Prone to stray off Your path,

They need Your cleansing flow.

Daily to Your fountain, Lord,

I bring my empty cup

To share with others 'round me.

I pray, Lord, fill it up!

Had I not Your fountain, Lord,

My roots had long since died;

for only at Your fountain, Lord,

Parched souls are satisfied.