(no title)

Father,
You alone are the source of good things. No other can sustain me. No other can pleasure me. My bones, they long for You. My thirst is unquenchable. The sand I choose to drink, leaves me dead inside. But the Living water soars my soul. When I finally find the Fountain, peace and pleasure, they are mine. I need nothing else. No feast or abundance can satisfy my hunger, for a woman can not live on bread alone. Father I beg you to move inside of me. These things I have are bondage. Strip me so that I can see You clearly. So that I can have joy. Into the desert I must go to recognize my desperate thirst and the true source of Water to quench it.

~ by raeleroy on November 23, 2010.