O the spring of life that once
drowned me,
to thee I return, high hopes
for revival there be.
But what when that water,
which didst bless me,
now layest its head flat
and lifeless be?
I seek the source, though weary me be,
O Living God, "quench thirst!" my plea.
(A reflection on the collect for the third Sunday in Lent)
No comments:
Post a Comment