06 June 2021
Lord, my Lord
In a dessert
With sand and waging heat
With no one to be seen
Were mouths are dry and panting
Were skin are cracking
Where the heat causes pain
Lord, as I see a river and a well
I walk towards the well
I sit beside the river
I take a cup and fill it to the brim
And I look up to You
I look up to the water and choose You
I pant for You
And you fill me up
Nothing else can fulfill
I desire You