Lord, get me to the deep.
Get me to the well.
Where I can get well.
Take Your dipper made of stars.
And pour Living Water down my throat.
Let Your Name drip from my lips.
"Jesus."
And let me see You smile the sun.
Bringing warmth to my skin.
Thawing the frozen winter of this heart.
As I draw again from Your cup.
Drinking heaven.
Dripping Your Name.
"Jesus."
So thirsty,
Bernadette
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