The world is thirsty. All creation is groaning.
Christianity, as it is, has not satisfied the souls of those who hunger for
another way of life.”
Shane Claiborne, The
Irresistible Revolution: Living as an Ordinary Radical
I will pour water on the thirsty land and streams on the
dry ground;
I will pour my spirit upon your descendants and my
blessing on your offspring.
They shall spring up like a green tamarisk, like willows
by flowing streams.
Isaiah 44
(NRSVUE)
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I am thirsty Lord
My soul is parched by the hotness of hate
The heat of fear
I am thirsty
Wrung dry by a world where domination and greed rule
And people are oppressed and impoverished
Sometimes this life feels like a wasteland
A plodding existence through
A dry and barren land
Where there is no water
A long night’s journey toward a dawning
That never seems to come
Toward an Advent that seems more like a mirage
Than a promise
I am thirsty
And I long for water
Living water that will well up in my soul
That will bubble and splash
That will gush and roar
So that I bloom and grow
Roots deep
Flourishing
I know that water is dangerous
I know the devastation of the flood
As waters roar and rend
Covering, tearing, clearing
Cleaning
I know I can find myself
Like the armies of Pharoah
At the bottom of the sea
But yet I seek the water of life
The gushing roar of the Spirit
The fountain of life
my soul thirsts for Sacred Presence
my flesh faints for Lord
as in a dry and weary land where there is no water (Psalm
63)
I am willing to take the risk
Knowing I may be uprooted
Washed away
Knowing I may be plunged into crushing depths
Knowing I may be tossed and battered
By the raging of the water
I want to be filled with water overflowing
Until the very stuff of life leaks out of the cracks in
my soul
To water the dryness of the world
And the world blooms
And the air is filled
With the fragrance of Love
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