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Thirsty Souls
by Deborah Ann Belka The soul thirsts, after rivers deep pant like gasps, from inside seep. Murmurs heard, from parched lips needing more, more ~ than tiny sips. Living waters, living hells flowing streams dried up old wells. The arid soul, is keen and eager for its full share not what is meager. Spring of hope, scorched creek bed the thirsty soul needs the Fountainhead. Bitter waters, God will soon heal water of life flows from Calvary Hill. The soul thirsts after rivers deep but only God . . . makes them seep! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Exodus 17:3 "And the people thirsted there for water; and the people murmured against Moses, and said, Wherefore is this that thou hast brought us up out of Egypt, to kill us and our children and our cattle with thirst?" Copyright 2019 Deborah Ann Belka [email protected] www.hiswingsshadow.com http://poetrybydeborahann.wordpress.com/ TO GOD BE THE GLORY! Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |