I Thirst

A poem by Gabriel Mattix

Lord Jesus, I thirst.

But You said that too,

When they beat You, bled You;

And pushed sour wine at You.

I thirst not for water,

From the ground of this earth.

Satiety’s not found,

In fleeting revelry or mirth.

True satisfaction,

Can only be gained,

By trusting in You,

Who rescues us from the flame.

You give living water,

And bread that is life.

But to receive we must lay down,

Our selfish dreams that are rife.

Rife with sin, 

That entices and claims;

To provide us with shelter,

And succor for pain.

But sin is a liar.

Deceitful and craven.

Don’t listen. Don’t answer.

Just flee to safe haven.

Lord Jesus our ark,

Safe refuge and rest;

I thirst to be with you,

And lean on your chest.

Please hold me up,

Oh great holy One.

Please bind me to Thee,

Father, Spirit and Son.

It is for You,

That we all were made.

Without you, like a plant;

We wither and fade.

So hold me my God;

My Maker and King.

And when I’m in pain,

Whisper to me and sing.

Fill my ears,

With sounds of your praise.

You’re beautiful and lovely,

Perfect in all Your ways.

Only You Jesus,

Can satisfy.

So please Lord, I’m thirsty.

Send help from on high.