Written By T Brian Coleman
As water to the thirsty, as beauty to the eyes, as strength that follow weakness as truth instead of lies, as song-time and spring time and summer time to be,so is my Lord, my living Lord, so is my lord to me.
Like calm in placr of clam-our , like peace that follows pain, like meeting after parting like sunshine after rain , like moonlight and startlight and sunlight on the sea, so is my Lord, my living Lord, so is my lord to me
As sleep that follows fever,as gold instead of grey,as freedom after bondage,as sunrise to the day,as home to the trav-‘ler and all we long to see, so is my Lord, my living Lord, so is my Lord to me
