“…but whoever drinks of the water that I will give him will never be thirsty again. The water that I will give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.” (John 4:14)
I’m very conscious that many Christians are weary and tired. Many are in fact exhausted. I mean this in a spiritual sense, hence the need for a place to sit down and draw fresh water to revive a weary soul. And many who don’t know Christ at all are equally spiritually exhausted in their search for truth and life, amidst a myriad of voices and choices, all of which have failed to deliver.
So here is a prayer poem for every one of you precious folk;
Today though you are tired
And your soul is heavy
whilst your burdens are many
and confusion reigns
may you be led to the trickling
of the streams that are running
flowing from the rivers
from the mountain’s terrains
As you sit by the streams
may you breathe in the air
that is fresh and sweet
to sweep away your cares
May you swish your feet
in the cool water flow
and be washed from the world
and it’s heavy, muddy blow
May your heart be quickened
to follow the streams
to search with tranquillity
the source of their beams
as the sunlight splashes
and shows you the way
may you not strive but rather
delay
the cares of the world
and it’s push and its shove
the lies of self-effort
to live by your own love
May you find yourself walking
ever so calmly
toward the river
in an atomosphere balmy
with a spring in your step
and a song in your heart
find yourself walking
in Someone else’s love
May you feel His hand
resting light on your shoulder
May you sense His warmth
permeate you and smoulder
the shame of your past
and the fears of your future
in the light of Him
in His perfect character.
May you find yourself lifted
your shoulders lightened
your legs at rest
and no longer frightened
May you know that within
you are being beckoned
Beckoned and called by
the One who has reckoned
Who’s reckoned all things
in His blood that has done it
That’s settled the matter
though you’ve not even earned it
Drink from that stream,
bathe in that river
Let your head fall back
and be carried hither
by the Arms of His Love
in the River of Life
May you come to know Him
As His Bride, His wife.
The Spirit and the bride say, “Come!” Let the one who hears say, “Come!” And let the one who is thirsty come, and the one who desires the water of life drink freely. (Revelation 22:17)
Look, I am coming soon! (Rev 22:7)
Love this tender poem sister. Xx
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Beautiful!
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She’s a poet! 🙂
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