There's a clever girl

Who wonders what voice to believe

When she hears all they have to say

Talking more and more of trusting Jesus

Is she testing, treading ,or drinking?

Isn't it apparent

That her thirsting is inherent?

She has

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Every reason

To cup her hands beneath it

Taste the sweet release

Every reason

To satisfy and give her

Every reason to believe

There's an able girl

On the proving ground she finally found

The place to wash her fear away

With the gift of faith

The Holy Spirit there in wait

He draws her weary heart

Here to lose a million things

Forgotten as the fountain brings her

CHORUS

There's a happy girl

The search for absolutes is over

A new beginning under way

Standing by the stream

A river bold, pure, and endless

It overflows and she has

CHORUS