Oh Lord, my soul cries out to you. My soul thirsts for the fountain of living water. You are that quenching, sustaining brook that flows from the throne of heaven. You alone refresh like nothing else can—giving life to the parching, inner man. There is nothing that compares to your splendor.
When you give of this sustenance so freely, I mount up as an eagle in flight—strong; ready to continue my journey with you. My weary sole begins to soar to higher heights than ever before. As you, oh Lord, pour in your goodness, fractures disappear and this vessel of God again is usable in the work of the Lord; pouring into other lives the same splendor.
Thank you for not utterly casting me down, because of disobedience; instead, you helped me become even stronger in my faith. With this renewed strength I run the race with new zeal, knowing that you desire me to finish the course.
For in that day, the day of the Lord, you will place upon my head a crown of righteousness, and those whom I have influenced by my testimony shall be the jewels in my crown. Thank you, Jesus, for loving me and dying for me. Thank you for the living water that flows through me once again.
Written by,
Papa Boyd
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