If strength were a well, then You have made my prayers a bucket with which to draw from Your abundant supply.
Indeed, Your cool Living Water refreshes and restores my soul. While all that surrounds me is parched, as long as I remain in this place I am satisfied.
Wherever Your living water bubbles up, there is refreshment and restoration. You revive the weary.
You bring life into the places which have long since died. No one else can honestly boast such claims.
Not all that is liquid refreshes and those who seek out other wells drink in their own painful deaths. Salt water is still water and yet it takes more than it gives.
Though it may seem as refreshment to the lips, inwardly it works an even greater thirst that will never be satisfied.
The more one drinks it in the closer they come unto death and yet they continue to consume it unaware that there is any other choice.
It is sin. It satisfies on the lips and yet it parches the soul. The longer one drinks of this cup the greater the evidence of its effects, not only inwardly, but outwardly as well.
It is irony that one can drink all the water they can possibly contain and yet die of thirst but it happens every day.
It never satisfies and to continue to consume it is nothing short of insanity.
Come to the living water that your body may be truly refreshed and your soul restored.
You move upon my heart.
You set my pen into motion.
Your love for me is deep;
deeper than the depths of the ocean.
You hold me in the palm of Your hand.
You never let me go.
Your thoughts of me are constant;
more than I could possibly know.
In this place You bless me richly
as I feel Your presence here.
As I draw nigh unto You
I am liberated from all fear.
Let this moment last forever
that this day would never end.
My crooked paths You set straight.
My broken heart you mend.
~ Mitch Salmon