I have walked in a garden
The morning after the rain
I have watched in silent wonder
Oh, what a gift from the Father
It's from an endless supply
Where do I go when I'm thirsty and dry
I go to the river and I always find
When Jesus prayed in the garden
His brow was furrowed with pain
And what appeared to be drops of blood
Were falling down like the rain
He found strength for the journey
He found it down on His knees
And where He knelt a river flows
And it flows for you and me
What do I do when I'm covered with stains
I go to the river and I wash them away
It's a river of healing It's a river of faith
It's a river of gladness It's a river of grace
It's a river of mercy t's a river of love
It's a river of freedom It's a river of blood