I sit by a mountain stream.  Listen to its voice.  Clear as glass, shimmering like liquid diamonds, the water is entrancing.

Where it is from I cannot tell.  Where it goes is a mystery.  But the water will not leave its banks; by sovereign command it flows deeply entrenched.

The rocks within are not like the rocks on dry land.  The land exposes their nakedness.  But the rocks in the stream are coated with a silver cloak.  What is exposed is useful to man.  What lies beneath is useful to the creatures who inhabit that place.

Behold how the Lord has left us a story.  His people are set apart.  They are willing captives to the water of truth.
Once they are in “The Way”, they are immediately set upon by a singular musical sound.  The voice of God encompasses them.  A soothing and promised embrace is theirs forever.

If the land will not hold them and gives them up to the stream, the water of life will smooth their rough edges.  The water will not toss to them back to where they came.  And they will become dressed in silvery tranquil robe.

By His Grace