It runs a river, a flow through my life
I'm filled with softness and peace when I wade through your reeds
And every time I dare to go for a swim in you I become whole and pure
and I feel a healing go through my marrow and bones
Chourus:
Now I'm wondering why I don't swim more in it
Why, why when I know how good you are for me
It can almost seem like I try to avoid it
and I'm afraid of the mercy and joy you bring me
Strange, strange
There is a well, a source of life in my own place
Love is its name and the gaze becomes clear from the smallest drink
and every time I dare to drink of it I become whole and pure
And I feel a healing go through my marrow and bones
Chourus:
Now I'm wondering why I don't drink more of it
Why, why when I know how good you are for me
It can almost seem like I try to avoid it
and I'm afraid of the mercy and joy you bring me
Strange, strange
I want to defy the resistance I have towards receiving what's good
It's not wise to walk around looking for what I've already been given
Chourus:
Now I'm wondering why I don't swim more in it
Why, why when I know how good you are for me
It can almost seem like I try to avoid it
and I'm afraid of the mercy and joy you bring me
Strange, strange