I met Him by the water. When my soul is parched, from all the weariness . . . when my heart cries out enough ~ to the dreariness.

I go to the Living Fountain, sip from the Word of hope praying all the while . . . Lord, give me strength to cope.

The Word’s spoken by Jesus, are the streams of eternal life as they ebb and flow within they decrease my inner strife. 

Anything from my Saviour, is all I need to satisfy . . . the thirst of this drained soul just one Word ~ will gratify.

When my soul is parched, from all the dreariness . . . I read my Bible, so Jesus can quench the weariness!

Keep me thirsty Lord, let not my soul dry out keep me in the Word where hope, runs throughout. 

Keep me thirsty Lord, let not my love wane or wither keep me in the Bible where joy, flows like a river. 

Keep me thirsty Lord, let not my heart shrivel keep me in the Scriptures where peace, never fizzles.

Keep me thirsty Lord, let not my spirit dehydrate keep me in the Verses where grace, never evaporates. 

Keep me thirsty Lord, let not my faith decrease or shrink keep me in the Word . . . where living waters, I can drink!

Deborah Ann Belka

(Rev W Izett)