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Deep inside,
where peace is blocked by doubt,
faith is drained by fear,
my well of hope is dry,
there’s a drought in my soul.
My spirit thirsts
for Life-giving Source,
an escape from the sand,
grace to sustain me
and strength to endure.
Parched,
I pant for a beginning,
a splash to alleviate
the burning,
the longing,
the yearning
in my soul.
I leave the desert behind,
zealously seek the Water,
upraised hands,
withhold nothing in my search,
resist looking back for even a second.
Swallow cold drop,
experience a moment of peace
and crave more of this comforting drink.
Stream opens up,
from a trickle
to a steady flow.
Thirst is quenched,
fears are vanquished
as faith floods in to take their place,
and hope fills my heart.
Grace pacifies,
strength soaks in,
deluge saturates my whole being.
Delighted the drought is over
rejoice in divine relief,
my soul is satisfied.
“I spread out my hands to you; my soul thirsts for you like a parched land.” Ps. 143:6 (NIV)
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