Thirst

"I remember the days of old; I meditate on all Your works;

I muse on the work of Your hands.

I spread out my hands to You;

My soul longs for You like a thirsty land. Selah"

Psalm 143:5-6

My soul longs for You like a thirsty land, My God of ever quenching waters. You are a never ending flow of rightness to my soul. You soak me in the fruits of Your Spirit, never failing me. I never come up dry when I meet with You. You remind me of the humble posture I am to take before You with my hands spread out towards You, and You so willingly and generously pour those living waters over me, Your parched child. 

I long to lift my soul to You and You alone. That You would cause me to hear Your lovingkindness in the morning, and cause me to know the way in which I should walk [Psalm 143:8]. 

Teach me to do Your will, Jesus. For You are my God and Your Spirit is good. Fill me with good. I long to be filled to the brim with Your good. 

You, my muse, You move me to praise. The works of Your hands overwhelm me. You created all things for me to enjoy, and I praise You for caring so much, just for me. 

Drench me today, and tomorrow and everyday. May I be satisfied in You, but always longing for You, never having enough of You, my God.