Ever had your mouth so dry
Your tongue begins to swell?
Ever hoped to drink so bad
In the prison of your hell?
Ever wished so hard
That the Lord above would hear,
Come runnin' to your rescue
And just chase away your fear?
Ever drop down to your knees
Hold your head and cry aloud,
But hot air and wind is all there is
In that old waterless cloud?
Ah, the stupid, foolish things we trust,
Such a misery they bring,
When they leave us high and in their dust
With their own brand of pain.
Then along You came
With this fresh idea of hope
Seemed awfully silly to a man
Hangin by the end of a rope.
But You cared too much, didn’t You?
You spit into my dirt.
Didn’t worry bout what they thought.
You just felt my hurt.
You reached down with Your Amen
And laid Your hand upon my cheek,
Told me everything I never knew
And now I am not weak.
I wonder now if anyone knows?
If not I’ll shout it loud,
I am not thirsty anymore.
'There’s a lot of water in Your cloud'.
d.c.elliott 3.16.22 --dedicated to Renee Miller, so we don't forget. ;)