Sálmabók

1 :,: As the rain of your Spirit pours out
over my desert heart,
gardens spring from the wilderness and
flowers bloom with your touch. :,:

2 A surprise, healing comes near.
I’m renewed, fully alive.
A new song flows from my lips,
and its sound counters my fear.

3 With his touch, I become free.
My success found in his name,
all the dry places made green,
and the green bursting with flowers.