 
Keeper Of The
Spring
I found the living
water
So soothing and so pure.
It gave me
all the strength
I needed to
endure.
And, as my eyes beheld
the
Crystal stream, so clear and bright,
I
wondered at the
Source of my
delight.
How could the stream,
that followed
The rocky mountain
crease,
Stay, still, so pure and
sparkling
Through all this world’s
debris?
I thought it so
amazing
That I sought to find the course
And climbed the mountain
To the highest
source.
The spring came bubbling
from the rocks,
So clean and pure up
there.
And, then, I saw a Keeper watching
~
Always with great
care.
He cleaned the spring
out daily
And would never least allow
One
bit of filth to stay there ~
On His solemn
vow.
He gave me, then, a
lesson
That I love with all my heart.
He
made me keeper of the
Spring of Love, which
is my part.
I will pass pure
waters
Of life, where e’er I go,
Because I
keep my spring so clean;
Not spotted from
below.
Keeper of the Spring of
Love,
Make me a servant true.
Let me
build, forever,
Upon the likes of You
...
And keep the waters of
my life
Pure, clean, life-giving
words
That only witness true and
whole,
And make men glad they
heard!
© 2003 by Joan Clifton
Costner
http://underhiswings0.tripod.com
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