Lighthearted the Listener

All things You are our fountain in the wilderness; in the barren dessert you are morning dew, appearing with the dawn's new birth.  You are the rock to which we cling when the tempest's waves overwhelm us, when the abysmal deep opens wide its mouth and the expanse knows no bound, when the face of the waters engulfs us and swallows us whole. You are there, hovering, brooding. You speak and we are created. You speak and the face of the earth is renewed. To whom else shall we go? You are the word of life, our refuge and refreshment. You are the Life Giver. You breathe and our throat lives; you speak and our soul rejoices.