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Where can I go when my cistern

Of love is nearly dry?

Easily angered, often defeated,

Sooner or later I cry…

Lifting my eyes to the hills,

Where does my help come from?

The Lord on High works through His Body–

A church where real people come!

Our congregation  is smallish,

Not a large sea of faces…

Filled with the Holy, worship Him solely–

It happens in few local places.

There my spirit refreshes as in a shower–

Clothes on–receive His Power…

Let the King come in to wash away sin,

Strengthening His people in that hour!

–Jonathan Caswell