Thirst
As the panting deer sups
from the stream of water,
filled up refreshed and
restored.
I hope that I to
can find that refreshment
in this life.
I find plenty fresh
water every day, though it
escapes me. I'm still dry
inside, what is this thirst?
How do I quench it? Where
do I find living water? Point
me in the right direction to
change my life.
Copyright © Andy Craig | Year Posted 2013
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