Oh thirsty soul; with aching heart

a longing, desperate, beating part;

calling out, with pleading cries

“how long art though to flee my bleeding eyes”

how many days and nights,

must I wait your return

how much more patience ,

love and suffering must I learn,

how many times must I die

before I start to live and my soul be satisfied.

oh thirsty soul, for Life and king

He tarries – Oh he Must

but hold on for a moment longer, while we learn to trust

when he arrives; a fountain storm

He brings it flowing free,

no thirst or hunger, fear or pain

ever more will be.

a trumpet blast heard afar

yet felt within your very breathe

He’ll gather every soul of his

he promised when he left.

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