Water

Pour me out like water on the ground
I cannot be collected
 I am not the rain that falls from the heavens
 And so is all hope really dashed to pieces

Will this puddle that I've become suffice
Only to dry up in the heat of life
Were there no dogs to quench their thirst?
A purpose something of worth

No flowers to water? it would have been great
No seeds to soak but instead
Trampled by boots of all shapes and sizes
An insignificant puddle

Before I meet the drought
that ends my existence
Here comes a cloud with promises of future to fill my dying soul with hope

When I thought  that mercy didn't know me
This thing has come to take me up
With floods of grace to carry me away
With others like me tossed by the way

To Rivers Seas and Oceans I now look
As thunder calls to sound the storm
Who would have thought this frightening day would bring me salvation oh what glory