Desperately Need You (2)

Like a woman at the well

I was seeking

For things that could not satisfy

And then I heard my Savior speaking

"Draw from My well that never shall run dry"

Fill my cup Lord

I lift it up Lord

Come and quench

this thirsting of my soul

Bread of heaven

feed me 'till I want no more

Fill my cup

Fill my cup and make me whole!

"You have formed us for Yourself, and our hearts are restless till they find rest in You:

Augustine, The Confessions

In the middle of misdirect of satisfaction and great anxiety.

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Menjerit tanpa suara

Berteriak tanpa nada

Whatever it takes, Lord

Keep me desperate for You