O Lord, thou hast searched me, and known me...Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence? (Psalms 139:1, 7)
In this wasteland
I pray for rain,
For living waters to quench
The dryness of my spirit.
Conscious of sin,
I shrink from You,
Evidenced by shallow prayers,
Lack of peace,
Restlessness, anxiety,
And avoidance of Your Word.
Stupid human!
Where do I think I will go
And not encounter You?
You are the only cure for my dis-ease,
O Fountain of Living Waters!...
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