Moses struck the rock,
And water gushed out.
In my heart there is a rock,
Heavy and dense with grief.
Can water gush out?
The pain in my stricken heart
Leaks only tears.
Can the water of life,
Refreshing and invigorating,
Once more flow?
How hard must the rock be hit,
Before it cracks open?
How severe the pain,
Before it liquifies,
And water runs free?
Is water from the rock,
Too much to expect?
I pray this is only a dry spell.
I pray for a spring.
I pray for water.
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