Skin thirsty, soul thirsty
Dry and parched,
bleeding, sore,
skin thirsty, soul thirsty.
Thirsty soul - dying from lack of Water.
How often do I neglect
the time to nourish that which is my protection,
my first defense- time with Him?
Why do I?
Why do I choose against life, fullness of joy inexpressible, rejoicing, peace, rest,
slathering my soul with His life-giving love
for the embellishment of that which will fade,
is deceitful, vain, withering each moment more, will break down, bruise, and bleed?
And I wonder at His seeming silence, . . . . .
my coldness and lack of responsiveness toward Him
And His command.
I wonder that I balk at His goodness and grace
when I have hewn out broken and cracked sisterns
rather than revel in the endless Life-spring for my sustenance.
Soul thirsty - desperate to be filled with His grace.
And. He. fills.
He. overflows. my. cup.
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