Thirsty
Thirsty While drowning Can’t fill the emptiness What matters? Alone Amidst the crowd Silence While screaming aloud Where do I run? Where do I hide? When this world Seems so scary outside Fear Though I stand as if strong Not sure Where I belong Until I lost All that I was And the Spirit Spoke to these bones “Get up Take up your mat It’s time to surrender Right where you’re at” Where do I run? Where do I hide? To the hope I find inside This heart. 10/31/26 clc “Now on the last day, the great day of the feast, Jesus stood and cried out, saying, “If anyone is thirsty, let him come to Me and drink. He who believes in Me, as the Scripture said, ‘From his innermost being will flow rivers of living water.’ ”” John 7:37-38 NASB1995