October 21, 2008

  • MY SOUL THIRSTS FOR YOU

     




    As the deer pants for the water brook, my soul is thirsty for you
    As every cell in my body needs nutrients to survive, I need your healing power to relieve my blues

    As water is essential to sustain life on earth, I need your spirit to flow through my heart
    As my heart needs electrical impulses for every beat, this flow cannot ever stop

    As I need oxygen from the air to breath, I need your presence so I can live
    With every breath taken my chest rises and falls, I need my Savior to be fulfilled

    Like when I haven't eaten and my flesh cries out, with pangs within my stomach
    My soul is craving for the living God; only He can satisfy this hunger

    As the inhabitants of the earth rely on the sun, to keep us feeling warm
    I deeply desire internal comfort and security; I need the presence of the Lord

    As the oceans, rivers, seas and lakes require drops from heaven to sustain each of them
    I need my Savior, for my very survival, my whole existence depends solely on Him

    As the eagles rely on the current of the wind, to spread their wings and fly above the storm
    With God, despite my trials, I can hold my head up high and still have strength to soar

    As the deer pants for the water brook, my soul is thirsty for you
    As every cell in my body needs nutrients to survive, I need your healing power to relieve my blues

    Oh, how my soul deeply desires, it craves and yearns for Elohim who created me
    My soul cries out day and night for Jehovah-Jireh who supply all my needs

    My whole inner being longs for El Shaddai, the Almighty Most High God
    These shackles on my soul belong to my Master and Lord; His name is Adonai

    With every heartbeat I feel the vibration of His finger taps dancing within my heart
    With every breath I feel him blowing His Spirit of life into my nostrils so my blood flow won't stop
    Oh, how my soul thirsts for my Savior, my Lord, Jesus I long for you
    I'll search and knock until you open the door and relieve me from all my blues
    My soul, my flesh, every part of me was yearning for the living God
    I invited Him in, He was always there waiting, for my heart to become His home

     
     by La Vita M. Weaver

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