Do I really see the clear reflections
Of my true conscience and thoughts
Of my true feelings and attitudes
In the glimmer and the shadows?

Or do I just draw grace without thinking
Draw blessings without thanking
Without considering the greatness
Of the boundless well-spring of His gifts?

Have I ever drawn too much, or not enough
From His boundless well of love
Without thought or care or gratitude
To the One who sustains and fills us?

Replenished by God’s own hand
His well-source of all love never runs dry
And Is filled with His gifts, His grace and His love
It’s depth without limit for me, every day

For the purest water of love from God
Cools and refreshes the depths of my soul
From this eternal well of His grace
Where I find His blessings and His love

His eternal well of grace for us, His Eucharist
Here for me, and all, without bounds
His endless gift, His presence in love
For us all, truly abounds

In the parched and dry seasons of my soul
I go to the well of God’s goodness
And always find sustenance and strength
For His love is our never-ending source

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