My first love
perfect in all
qualities He holds
closely and dearly.
Relentless
slow to anger
gentle
near and dear
to the broken heart.
But I forget You.
My soul leaps
seeing remnants of You
found in leaking vessels
scattered across my memory
But I forget You.
The leaking vessels
one day hold no water
leaving me parched and dry
and I long for a drink...
But I forget You.
I am but another
broken vessel alone
empty as the whole of the earth.
The earth seeks to quench
their thirst
racing to and fro for water
But we forget You.
O, weary soul,
Remember!
O, tired soul,
The living water is here!
O, thirsty soul,
Drink and never thirst again!
Oh, first love!
As the deer pants for water,
so my soul pants for You!