Coming To Terms On The Backside Of A Desert

On the backside of a desert, dry and thirsty for a word, how can it be, when I cry out to You, that nothing seems to be heard, yet I know that you are faithful, and I know You love me, but when my life is in wanderings, where is it that I need to be?

At My feet, worship at My feet, let Me touch the dry places, that need My refreshing springs, an oasis is waiting for you, a pouring out of My spirit is just waiting for you, I am always here My child, I am waiting on you, there's refreshing in My presence, I'm just waiting for you.

And when you, are thirsty drink of Me, when you are hungry, read My Word, when you are lonely, come to My place, and worship Me, just worship Me, and you will find refreshing, and rest and ease.

Lisa Beth Jenkins c.2007 All Rights Reserved

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