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Will Come a Rose

From the desert dry

will come a rose.

Healing water did spring

below the mercy seat,

Flowing East to its gate

South of the altar there,

And then out at long last

the right front side,

Where doubting fingers once

sought to stem the tide.

Everything lives

where this river goes.

This living river of rivers

ankle-deep at first,

Then up above the knees,

just past the waist,

Then up to the neck

and over the head;

No way to wade without

mercy for the ride.

The desert did so rejoice,

For Jesus was the rose.

Ezekiel 47:1-12

Isaiah 35:1-7

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