And it springs forth! Do you not perceive it? The dry creek below your feet will fill with water and lead to the sea. I’m afraid your peasant head still rolls around in the riverbed as justice and mercy come up to meet your legs. Are you a small bird trapped, this land a mighty redemptive hand, far too vast to trust that it would direct your path? Look at the roots extend from the banks, a ladder of truth to set you on your way. Look upon what you can’t touch, pray the ground you stand is love. Look upon what you can’t touch, pray the ground you stand is love.... Cause a river flows in the desert, I swear, somewhere. O and there is life in this desert, I swear, I swear. There may be beasts drinking from the river, but we aren’t scared. No, we aren’t scared. ’Cause there is peace, o there is peace, hiding in this desert, and the river will take us there, it will take us there, it will take us there. O the river will take us there. And o when we get there, o when we get there...