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The summer water drives me in,
it's welcome all the same -
it falls with no apology
to justify, nor shame.

The cooling gray across the sky
that crumbles into rain,
does rid me of this monstrous heat,
the passion and the flame.

The molten magma rages deep
in yawning vaults of rock,
without the proper medicine
will turn my bones to chalk.

The only balm seems hidden far,
yet plain for all to see.
The saving salve for all my soul
is borne in loving Thee.

For then do I know unity,
of God's soul and of mine,
the harmony of forces
and the amplitude of time.