A spring of water
Can flood the growing
Can drown the shoot
To leave joy sank

Cracking rocks
Can splinter structure
Can free pollute
And break the bank

Yet

A spring of water
can quench the parching
Can fill the root
And swell the rank

And Healing oil
can smooth the bruising
Can make the land of corn accute
And make us glad we drank
From joy’s sweet fruit
And for that let’s thank