Cool Water


As the deer pants for water, so I long for you, O God. I thirst for God, the living God…” Psalm 42:1


In a dry and barren space

Hungering for a greener place

Water brooks fed by spring from mountians high.

This choking dust and blowing sand,

Sun scorched by searing brand;

From up above, shining glare blinds my eyes.

Abba! Come, and rain on us!

Still spirit’s angry fuss!

This desert! Everywhere I look is burned and dry!

Oh, Father! All that I see,

Crushes heart ~ oppresses me;

Only Living Water can cool panting soul sighs.

It’s You that I cry out for

For presence here, I implore;

Oh, Abba, come! Spirit’s cooling drink don’t deny.

Cool Water, come and soothe my thirst;

Arid land has done it’s worst;

But when You come, and fill me full, I shall be satisfied.

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