O Lord, my spirit is weakened and parched,
from trudging through this present wilderness.
Send down on me Your abundant showers,
which are scented with Christ’s righteousness.
Transform the dry soil of my life;
please renew my strength and sustain me;
let my joy bloom once more with Your splendor;
keep my eyesight focused solely on Thee.
Rescue me from the encroachment of ignorance;
permit my weary, inner self to be consoled;
bestow on me an everlasting crop of faith
that springs forth, exceeding one hundred-fold.
Set my feet on Your “way of holiness”;
drench my being with Your latter rain;
allow my life to have meaning, while I’m…
singing Your praises via heavenly refrains.
In understanding my true identity,
I’ve found the heart of my life’s emphasis.
Never to be thirsty again, I’m imbibing on…
the rich, living waters of Your holy oasis.
Loosely based on:
Psa 68:9; Isa 35:1-35; John 4:4-26
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2011, All rights reserved.
Logic, when applied to people, fails miserably! --Joseph J. Breunig 3rd