The Dead Sea

When I look at myself, what do I see?
Am I like fertile Galilee?
Or do I seek and keep for me
God's blessings, Like the still, Dead Sea?

What makes the difference, I know
Is related to the ebb and flow,
For if the waters come and go
The lake keeps fresh, And life can grow.

But when the waters still remain,
And have no outlet to the plain
To empty and be filled again,
Stagnation follows in its train.

Oh Lord, forbid that I should be
Stagnant, like the closed Dead Sea!
Break down my banks, Your Spirit free,
So Living Waters may flow through me.

Honoria A. Groves