Sping of Living Water The Spring of living water tramples the dust, makes it nothing. That which was a cloud of doom, doomed to be no more. Heal me with water that springs into a fountain and floods the wasteland. Shower me with the tears of the storm, that revive the sould and give life. When uncertainty rises over the horizon to exact its revenge then the water rushes through, sweeps it out of view. Spring forth, and make all things new.