Desert, 1.

My desert valley dried my bones and drove me to a spring.

In foolish desperate hopes that there even was a fountain,
I'd have settled for muddy water, or laudanum.

I'd have settled for water, but He poured out His blood.

There is a fountain.

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Praise for the Fountain Opened

the dying thief rejoiced to see that fountain in his day.

and there have i, though vile as he,

washed all my sins away!

washed all my sins away!

washed all my sins away!

and there have I, though vile as he,

washed all my sins away!

Click to listen.  Aretha Franklin does it good.