inviting

I’m witnessing a testimony

Of words to paper rolling off my tongue

Surely I’m appropriate and one

With the shepherd

Who bore me

Its true I came from him

Does that sound funny to you?

I’m tired of what you think of me

So I’ll just talk about fountains…

I sip the joy

From your fountain

As it pours me a cup

Of relaxation and ecstasy

And tempts me to stay

Even longer

I have to leave

Because my very own fountain is overflowing

Come witness mine

Don’t hide behind the flowers

Because that’s where my fountain

Meets with reason

And helps them grow

To be in their seasons

Of righteousness

You may stay a while

I think my fountain tastes

Like juices from heaven

What do you think yours taste like?


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