Cure

Clean me before it’s too late, my God.

I can’t go another day in a parched land.

This work is built off sand, and in sand I go.

Heart, you are weak, lets go to the LORD.

LORD? What is it you prophesie?

“I will deliver you, in front of your enemies.

I will set you high up, built on the sturdiest rock.”

Should I leave or should I stay?

“Why stay in a land with no living water?”

I thank you, my God, my soul is in peace.

May I take rest now, open your arms for your son.

In Jesus Christ’s name,

Amen.