Parched am I oh Lord
and my soul cracked
as the dry river bed
crying for a summers rain
Quench this thirst Father
that my cup may run over
filling the souls depths
that the fruits of the Spirit
may ever flourish on the banks thereof
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 2:08 AM UTC
Parched am I oh Lord
and my soul cracked
as the dry river bed
crying for a summers rain
Quench this thirst Father
that my cup may run over
filling the souls depths
that the fruits of the Spirit
may ever flourish on the banks thereof
