the streams of living water ever flow.
Down by that river I know
(in robe and crown head covering)
that I will see Bea Cooper on the shore.
She's met me many times before,
always saying how
she worked in this bank
and used to be head teller then.
Yet I know that when
Bea meets her Maker
(by and by, Lord, by and by)
she'll remember that
she's met Him once before since--
for blesséd assurance
(Jesus is thine!)
is Sunday mornings watching Bea
recite from rote the Apostles' Creed:
her faith written on her heart
far deeper than her teller days.
