Tuesday, March 22, 2005


A darkened sky about to burst.
From hacking throat a cry
"I thirst!"

Wine proffered on a reed
A mercy to the one they treed
Who thirsts

Elija saw with sad old eyes
A sacred heart that dies
And thirsts

A woman lies in full torment
No gall for her dry throat is sent
She thirsts

"Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?"
Why have you forsaken me
Who thirsts

But when the veil rents in two
Two spirits soaring up to You
Who thirst

Living waters there abound
Where Mercy is always found
For those who thirst



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