When my soul thirsts

November 23, 2009 § Leave a comment

When my soul thirsts, and is too weak to drink

When my eyes are dry and I am not anymore;

nothing but a shadow from days of old.

When words are not enough

and get too overwhelming to calm the roar…

Then my Lord beholds

Then his Spirit speaks;

then silence sets me free.



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