Hungry, it'll seem
Like eating up a mountain.
Thirsty, it'll feel
Like drinking an entire sea.
And getting the sea,
Could barely guzzle a rivulet.
And obtaining the mountain,
Could hardly swallow a molehill.
For life is simply an empty chase
Without God the Maker of the universe.
Wherefore pant I for that immaculate fountain
To come and quench my thirst,
And I pine for such refreshing honey
To please fill mine whole heart.
Nov 3, 2011
Nov 3, 2011 at 2:47 AM UTC
Hungry, it'll seem
Like eating up a mountain.
Thirsty, it'll feel
Like drinking an entire sea.
And getting the sea,
Could barely guzzle a rivulet.
And obtaining the mountain,
Could hardly swallow a molehill.
For life is simply an empty chase
Without God the Maker of the universe.
Wherefore pant I for that immaculate fountain
To come and quench my thirst,
And I pine for such refreshing honey
To please fill mine whole heart.
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