I was becoming lost
My soul was about to frost
It was about to turn ice
More than twice
To a cold land I ran
My soul was getting colder than
A freezer
Colder than winter
Colder than an igloo
Ice in the south pole that was white and blue
Colder than a popsticle
It is really a miracle
That someone was able
To melt my soul that was harder than a rock
Harder than a building block
And even a boulder
He turned what was so hard to living water
To get water, the ice I had to heat
But now, for water I don't have to compete
All because of Jesus hand
That brought water to my land
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