Jeremiah 2:13

SPRING OF LIVING WATER

2017/September 1/ 15:00
(poem inspired by Jeremiah 2:13)



As I walk through
the narrow path
my feet grow tired.

Thirsty and parched,
I dug a well
by my own hands.

Look what I found:
dirt and dry ground,
gravel and sand!

I sigh and sigh
as I raise up
my weary hands.

I wait for God
to look down with
mercy - send rain.

I wait and wait
but not a dew
touch my parched skin.

Bursting in tears
I fall on my
knees - asking why!

Then a gentle
whisper nudged me
to take a look.

Within the depths
of my weary
soul - water flows!

Full of new strength
I rise up and

resume my walk.

Living water
is inside me
until the end.


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