Water you, water you

From my spirit

when I’m sensing the supply

Of God’s speaking

from a fount that ne’er runs dry

And within me comes a fresh and sweet supply

Then I’ve got to open up and water you.

Water you

water you

From the flowing in my spirit water you;

When the saints need my supply

Then I’ll surely testify

I’ll stand up

release my Christ and water you!

In the meeting

when the spirit’s rising high

And it seems like we will go beyond the sky—

I can’t help it

I must speak or else I’ll die

For my Christ is rising up to water you.

Should a pause come

or the meeting ebb real low

While within me there’s a rich and living flow

Then I’ll stand up

so that all the saints will know

That I’m here to share my Christ and water you.

In the church life

in our daily living too

In the meeting

and in everything we do

Christ is speaking and the Spirit’s breaking through

That is why there’s the supply to water you.