The Water That Softly Flows

Water speaks in the language of stars 
It whispers to the roots of souls
And dances on the ashes of ancient worlds
Like a mother cradling the eternal

Moses raised his staff toward the abyss 
And the water parted, not by force, but by faith
The waves rose like walls of light 
And the people passed, barefoot on the promise

Wade in the water, blessed children
For God stirs the waters to heal the hearts
Each drop is a memory
Each river, a song of deliverance

Water knows the secrets of the enslaved
The salt of tears, the fire of prayers 
It flows through the veins of prophets
And rises as vapor toward forgotten Heavens

Water never lies
It reflects what the soul hides
And when it sings, even chains break, even tombs open

So, anoint your sacred temple in faith, wade in its beautiful saturated seduction
Walk in the water like Moses 
For divine Angels wait at the shore 
And your name is etched in the current

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