I bowed before the Lord.
Like a little brook, His Spirit flowed.
As I went lower, the Bestower
Poured more into my soul.
A whole refreshing, a mighty blessing
Like a fragrant arboretum flowed.
As praise I raised, heaven heaved
And more began to flow O’r me.
From prostrate now to hands uplifted:
Yes, more and more upon me rolled.
My mouth became a spout...
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