This morning, first thing,
grouchy from the pain
and the bad dreams,
I reach for His Word,
praying for shelter from the storm,
this world, this place that I will never call home.
Looking for some empathy,
for God to speak to me.
Feeling sorry for myself doesn't get me anywhere,
it just fills me with more bitterness and despair.
I need fresh air, living water, some food for my soul.
I need to feel whole.
And His Word is the only thing
that can satisfy my craving.
My hunger and thirst
B asic
I nstructions
B efore
L eaving
E arth
I nstructions
B efore
L eaving
E arth
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