Father,
The dust chokes me,
stifles my breath.
In the lethargy of heat
I’ve grown weary:
Vigilance receding
like water from the creek’s edge.
Alertness fading
like porch cushions exposed to sun.
Father, forgive me.
O Son who thirsted
on the cross
that I might drink Living Water,
refill the empty wells of my heart.
Lead me to times of refreshment
in the Spirit’s presence,
to the sparkling, still waters
where Your words are
clear and healing.
O God who supplies in all seasons,
I look to You who
restores my soul,
who makes me
flourish in the wilderness.
Cover me with Your promises,
and with Your love,
and I will bloom amongst Your
goodness and mercy
again.
Amen.
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