Words by S. Hindalong, Music by D. Daugherty
Comes a time on the journey
You wonder how you will survive
Comes a time when you’re thirsty and so alone
You think you might die
There is a pool in the desert
Where water flows from fountains unseen
Saving water, healing water
Flowing over me
Came a white dove descending
The day my Savior was baptized
Down came the fire still burning within me
Love sanctifies
There is a pool in the desert…
Derald Daugherty – Guitars, drum programming, lead vocal
Tim Chandler – Bass
Steve Hindalong – Percussion
Christine Glass -- Vocal