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.
