Living Waters

a poem by
RORY FRY | Preacher + Poet 

My goal is to be of service to the lost and hurting. As a lay preacher/minister, I am blessed to integrate poetry into my sermons through my ministryThis poem comes from a place of desperate hope. I am desperate to see God move in hearts and minds of His people. I am hopeful because I know He will do so! I have no doubt the rains ARE coming. 

Photo by Dominik Martin

“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.”  (Romans 15:13)

THE rains are coming
Can’t you see the clouds
Slowly building
To refresh the grounds?

Fingers split
Muscles ache
The breathless faint
Working the sands of strain

These famished hearts
Crack and part
In search of fountains
To wash their delaying scars

Grim years of drought
Fill the parched with doubt
If waters never rush
Our ailments are never touched!

Can’t you smell the clouds?
Lift your eyes from the badlands
A dousing’s falling now

Revival cascades
Reformation squalls roar
Sousing torrid canyons
Leagues away from flood-doors  

Feel it touch your tongue
The savor of rescue
The taste of life begun 

Enjoy more of Rory’s work at Reformed and Recovered