Our souls like a reservoir can fill with grace and love meant to spill out in joy to others, to gently caress to ripple out beyond in ways we don’t always know Precious gifts from divinity, liquidity to be shared Sometimes in drought we must draw from this reserve Fed from times before, when faith had little doubt when filled from streams of our reflected generosity or from the gentle rain when we gather together as one We should be careful to not let our pools inside run dry as God wants balance, wants us to know Christ’s love first Then we can let charity cascade and flow where it belongs as we participate with open hearts in this His golden rule The reservoirs of saints are there for us, places we can go Built from time eternity, prayer, compassion and actions Silent strength waiting patiently, abundantly overflowing Cool sips from their waterfall can fill our living souls For in our hope and faith, we can collect beyond our needs To build up a reservoir of perfect charity within ourselves, filled with grace, filled with love, held in hidden humility So when others need of us, our own rivers are free to run