Friday, March 23, 2012

Parched and thirsty,
I hoarsely cry for
You.
The sound of Your voice
Has gone from my ears,
And your beauty is gone from my eyes.
Come near, oh Savior!
Come near, oh LORD!
I hear simply the message of life
And cling dearly,
"Fear not, He is risen."

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