When things aren’t as they should be, I find myself thirsty.
When things continue that way, I get a bit angry. Frustrated at pain, defeated by enormity. Oh my soul, why are you downcast within me? I know the promises. I know. I know to wait, I know. But circles, do they move a soul? Spirals, do you always coil ever so tightly? Job, what the heck man. How. Solomon, tell me again what the conclusion was, about the meaning of life? Papa, your songs in the dark, and your reminders in the shadows, to keep on, I hear you, I love you, and I’m coming, but… Tell me again that this is worth it? Tell me again that there isn’t a better way? Jesus. Was it worth it? My soul is downcast within me! I am angry. This clanging bucket, made to hold water, Trembles with each new layer of dust.. it falls so softly. So unnoticed. Such desert. Come thou long expected Jesus. Break open the rock, let streams flow. Come to set thy people free, from our fears and sins- release us. Israel’s strength and consolation. Deep calls to deep, FATHER I AM THIRSTY. In a dry and weary land, tell me again of dry bones. Recount to me the way your heart ran, poured out all over that cross, the way your heart ran, in the Garden. The way your heart ran, on the wedding day, at the banquet where we danced, when all things came together, and clarity and love reigned, There is a river which flows from the throne- the heart of a King, a King who beckons those tired and weary to rest, and drink. When can I go and meet with God? Take me to my Father’s house, for I am thirsty.
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