Healing Waters for the Soul
General Albert Orsborn, fondly remembered as the Salvation Army’s “Poet General,” gave voice to a deep and personal longing for inner healing in his hymn “When Shall I Come.” His words are not hurried or triumphant; they are patient, prayerful, and honest. They speak of a soul that knows where healing comes from and waits expectantly at God’s source.
“From a hill I know, healing waters flow;
O rise, Immanuel’s tide, and my soul overflow!”
Orsborn’s imagery echoes the biblical vision in Revelation 22:1–2, where John sees a crystal-clear river of life flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb. This river runs through the heart of the holy city, flanked by the tree of life, bearing fruit in every season, its leaves bringing healing to the nations. It is a picture of complete restoration—life as God always intended it to be—where sin, sickness, and sorrow have no final word.
The river of life reminds us that healing does not originate in ourselves. It flows from God’s presence. The tree of life, yielding fruit every month, speaks of abundance and continuity—grace that never runs dry. Even the leaves are used for healing, suggesting that God’s restoration reaches every corner of human brokenness, personal and communal alike.
Illustration
Picture a long-dried riverbed—cracked earth, lifeless and barren. Then rain comes, not in a sudden flood, but steadily. Slowly the water seeps in, softening the ground. Before long, green shoots appear, and life returns. God’s healing often works like that. It may not be instant, but where His Spirit flows, even desert places begin to bloom.
Orsborn’s prayer gives us words when our own fail us—asking God to wash away fear, cleanse hidden wounds, and make our inner deserts into gardens for His glory. Until that final day when the river flows unhindered, we are invited to come—again and again—to the healing waters we already know.
Prayer
Light, life, and love are in that healing fountain,
All I require to cleanse me and restore.
Flow through my soul, redeem its desert places,
And make a garden there for the Lord I adore.
Amen.






