By Madeleine Roberts
My soul cried out for living water,
and I had grown accustomed to the thirst.
In a foreign place, You meet me alone
and hold me above the river.
Gather me into Your fold.
Hold me still in Your embrace.
Let me know the peace of a day
spent quietly in Your presence.
You have loved me with the tenderest of loves.
You have known me in my fear and restlessness.
You have spoken life into my inner being.
I will praise You, for You have held
the work of Your hands close to Your heart.
Your presence is deeper than my mind,
longer than the passing of time.