thirst cracked earth a hollow throat i need water a soul already yearning beautiful thirst it aches deep nothing cisterns quench not even a cup shared a word of living water whispered those drops eternal grace a taste of forever quickly flooding pure the truest drink isn't in grasping but in kneeling let the wells spill let the desert bloom wild finding life not in cracked hands but in the Hands shaping streams from stone he doesn’t hoard doesn’t withhold his mercy’s the desert bloom unending a cleft where the weary drink deep because he is the spring not a mirage in the dust a thirst that won’t return void and in his leading still waters hum the truest drink isn't in grasping but in kneeling let the wells spill let the desert bloom wild finding life not in cracked hands but in the Hands shaping from stone crimson shadows the cross’s groan his blood the price for living streams the shepherd’s voice calling home to rivers flowing free wash me i plead in mercy’s flood your living water my only thirst the lamb who died the lion roars his breath my endless worth the truest drink isn't in grasping but in kneeling let the wells spill let the desert bloom wild finding life not in cracked hands but in the Hands shaping from stone
