In all my years of living, one
thing I’ve never known;
I’ve never truly thirsted.
Although the Bible’s shown,
How terrible it is for us. I’m
told it makes us crazed.
So if you don’t have water, it’s
time the Lord was praised!
The only information was in a
book I read.
A group, with Allan Quatermain,
were very nearly dead.
They tried to cross the desert in
search of Sol’mon’s mines.
And at a small oasis, some water
they did find.
They couldn’t reach the
mountains without quenching their thirst.
And we are told quite
graphically how heat had done its worst.
The tale is very similar in each
and every age.
Jesus brings them “water” when
thirst begins to rage.
The Psalmist best describes it
as “fainting” for the Lord.
The search is indescribable; this
“thirst” can’t be ignored.
We have to find an answer to
this unceasing need.
So people have to pray for it;
and other people plead.
Anything to satisfy their
emptiness inside.
It seems the inner spirit man
must have this need supplied.
We’re told, “Come to the waters. If you will ask of Me,
I’ll see that it’s provided and
given you for free.
Why should you pay for victuals?
There isn’t any need.
You’ll find that I’ll supply them.
I’ll quench your thirst indeed!
The “water” I will give you will
more than satisfy.
And when My Spirit fills you, you
cannot ever die!
I’ll open wells within you of which
you aren’t aware.
I’ll overflow your spirit in ways
that can’t compare,
With anything you’ve ever known. An
overwhelming flood,
Of water of salvation, that’s given
by My blood.
Come feast upon My nature; Mine is
the life you need.
Come and ask in confidence; you do
not have to plead.
I have a plan to give you a
supernatural feast,
Of everything that’s needed to make
of you a priest.
So come into My garden and gather
myrrh and spice.
I give you My assurance you’ll find
it very nice!
You won’t be disappointed if you
will trust in Me.
My honeycomb with wine and milk will
last eternally.”
So “dine” upon your Saviour. He
gives to you His best.
And those who come and ask of Him,
forever will be blessed.
Jim Strickland –
written Tuesday, 13 September 2011
