My soul aches for satisfaction,
And yearns for peaceful rest.
My heart stirs me to action;
This void must be addressed.
Throughout the barren waste,
This dying world that we call “Earth,”
I’ve searched for truth with haste;
But of such things there is a dearth.
I perused the bottle’s dregs,
Sifted ashes from the pipe;
Unsatisfied, my heart still begs,
For more than useless tripe.
I listened to the worldly wise,
Bandied words with fickle fools,
Yet to my sad surprise,
I found both are useless tools.
I took lessons from the Learned;
Trod paths carved by Thinkers passed.
But still I grew more disconcerted;
Bereft of hope and much aghast.
As I searched high and low,
Only greater thirst I gained.
Filled with dreadful fear and woe,
I see to death I have been chained.
I now know for what I thirst;
But in this world it can’t be found.
I need life to me disbursed,
Else I will rot in the ground.
This thirst cannot be quenched,
By wealth or length of days;
Death’s grip round us is clenched;
It drags all down to the blaze.
As I began to think,
All hope for my search was lost,
I was hauled back from the brink,
When I learned Jesus paid the cost.
By and for Him we were made,
But sin has doomed us to drown.
By this Jesus was dismayed,
So in mercy He came down.
He lived the life we never could,
And died the death that we deserve.
He was nailed to beams of wood,
That our lives He might conserve.
After three days in a tomb,
He rose back up to life.
By His own death He did consume,
All our sorrows, fears and strife.
At last my search has ended.
Finally this thirst is slaked.
The Lord Jesus has extended,
Life to all who in death quaked.
Praise the Lord in heaven,
For He’s come down from above.
Jesus swallowed all our leaven,
And gives to us His grace and love.
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