THE BABBLING BROOK

 

I sat today by the gently babbling brook

Its liquid voice singing so clear

It's melody sweeping over the pebbles and stone

Whispering its story into my ear

Sheltered, my rest under an old oak tree

My eyes on the water running by

The shade of the bough closed me in

From the glare of the sun in a clear blue sky

Countless times the waters of the gentle stream

Have washed the pebbles and stones held below

Their roughness and hard edges all smoothed away

By the babbling brook and her constant flow

I know of a stream where I once plunged in

Bathed in the liquid running so red

Where my sins were washed away in a moment of time

Now I lie to be smoothed like the stones in the bed

The sweet ripple of the brook is like unto my Saviour

Soothing my soul with His gentle voice

Like the stream of life flowing from His mountain

The babbling brook causes me to rejoyce

Oh babbling brook may you ever flow

Your singing waters sweep over your bed

Until I rest some day in God's heaven

Where the river of life will flow there instead