I speak of You
and I read about You,
But good God,
Do I really have faith in You?
Wouldn’t this faith
Rid myself of loneliness?
If you are what I believe,
A living water
A spring inside of me
Then why do I thirst for another?
Or were you never a stream
That flowed through my veins?
I’m not saying that You couldn’t be,
But that I never let You.
Have I become an oak with fading leaves?
A garden without water?
Truly it doesn’t matter
As long as I am from this earth
And am under this sky
I will always ask
For more water
Christ, take me home.
Amen.
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