Behold the water from the temple.
Was trickling out from the south side.
We need not tremble.
The surf takes us for a ride.
And wherever the river goes.
Every living creature that swarms will live.
Surviving life’s throws.
And born to survive.
It was a river that I could not pass.
For the water had risen.
As we wade through grass.
Releasing us from spiritual prison.
This water goes down into the sea.
The water will become fresh when it flies into the sea.
…….
Water from the temple
Flows deeper into the sea
And we follow it
…….
See Ezekiel 47 : 1-9, 12