Poetry
I wander – desperate, thirsty, dry,
Wondering where the rain clouds hide,
Where went the footprints at my side?
Up to the brink of the river I stumble,
But all my hopes of coolness crumble…
There where once a sparkling stream –
Overflowing, crystalline,
Pure and fresh to thirst-parched lips,
Flowing through my fingertips,
Cooling, cleansing to my face
Now lies a barren, empty place.
How could it vanish before my eyes?
Where is the brook that God supplies?
I fear I let my love grow cold,
For a desert wasteland refreshment sold.
For a moment – thirst quenched and stomach full –
My flesh surrendered to the desert’s pull.
Waterfalls of life, overflowing cup,
So soon forgotten, so easily given up.
How but blind could I compare
His satisfying presence with dry, hot air?
I left the stream where the cool wind blew,
I left the fullness, the completeness I knew.
I left it all for a barren land,
And arid, hot stinging sand.
I chased the fantasies whispered by the wind,
I chased such futile pleasures – sin.
For what is sin what self enthroned
In the place designed for God alone?
I chased each mirage so faithfully
Until I limped quite painfully.
All that I thought would fill my soul
Robbed it of all and left a hole.
Desperate for water, I stumbled on,
With tearless eyes and cheeks grown wan
Dropping down to my weary knees
I flooded heaven with my desperate pleas
Where were the tears I longed to fall,
Why did He now answer my call?
Suddenly I felt it – a drop of rain,
Revealing a spot through my dusty stain
Ever so gentle, ever so small
Like a tender touch I felt it fall
Then I could hear it, clear and strong –
The inner murmur I had sensed all along.
My spirit’s crying, my soul’s deep pining
For the Living Water, the Well-Spring of Life
Thus sensing my spirit’s misery,
Sobs shook my body recklessly.
A measure of comfort the hot tears brought,
Though not with the coolness I desperately sought
Their salt made my face even more so dry;
Though futile it be, I could not help but cry.
So swamped in my tears I scarce could detect
At first, the other water that began to collect
Till my tears were all spent and the comfort they lent
Had left me, had left my feelings numb.
Let the rain come…
Hushed were my sobs, and now I could hear
And feel the fresh, cool wetness near
With wonder I raised my arms to the sky,
Closing my eyes, releasing a sigh
Let the rain come…
Let it wash the salty tears,
Let it redeem the wasted years
Let it touch my thirsty lips,
Let it flow through my fingertips
Opened up is this heart so dry,
I’m listening, Lord, to my spirit’s cry
Fill me once more with Your sweet,
Refreshing presence, so complete
Let the rain come…
Oh the pleasure of a fresh-cleaned soul,
Oh the joy of a cup that’s full,
Brightness where my life was dull
Let the rain come…
Flood the barren desert land,
Still the burning, biting sand,
Fill the riverbead again
Let the rain come..
Running now with strength renewed,
No more in despondent mood
Back to our special trysting place,
Back to His arms of extended grace
There at the bank of the river I stood,
Promising Him I always would
Watching the sand turn into mud,
Feeling new life begin to bud
Let the rain come…
Watching puddles form a lake,
Covering up my grave mistake,
Let the rain come…
Watching the water level rise
And hush my spirit’s thirsty cries
Watching it rise right to my feet
Making my fullness more complete
Let the rain come…
The bank is flooded, my feet are wet,
But I am not done soaking yet
Let the rain come…
Let it wash the salty tears,
Let it redeem the wasted years
Let it touch my thirsty lips
Let it flow through my fingertips
Opened up is this heart so dry
I’m listening, Lord, to my spirit’s cry
Let the rain come…
Let it wash away the dust,
Let it do what’er it must
To fill me whole – spirit, soul
Let the rain come…
Let my brimming cup run over,
Your saturating presence cover
Now at least my head I bow
And all-surrendering allow
Your fresh anointing to flow down
Over my brow, over my crown
Let the rain come…
Now are washed the salty tears,
Now are redeemed the wasted years
The rain has come…
Now it has washed the salty tears,
Now are redeemed the wasted years
Now it has touched my thirsty lips
Now it flows through my fingertips
Now opened up is this heart so dry
I’m listening, Lord, to my spirit’s cry
Now you’ve filled me with Your sweet,
Refreshing presence, so complete.
The rain has come.
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I have no words, save maybe magnificent to describe the beauty of this poem. It brought tears to my eyes. It is on of the best I've ever read!
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