Saturday, October 8, 2011
Seeking strength, I came early to the well,
With a longing to know and do His will.
So many stones had been in my path.
Must I truly give up all I have?
My will to bend, my heart to bleed,
So I stumbled on, no stone to heed.
A broken heart, a wounded knee --
As I fell and threw off my selfish greed,
Oh God, I cried, forgive me, please!
So to the well, I came you see,
To drink, not thirst; to fill, not fail.
As His strong arms, embraced my frail.
Surrounded by the light of truth,
I drank and knew. I would never thirst again,
As long as I drank the water provided by Him.