Thirsting

Lord, I need some time alone with you;
My needs are great, my prayers too few.
My thoughts all wend their wicked ways
And on my heart false burdens lay.
My thirsting heart with wandering eye
Is seeking with each rattling sigh
To find some source of water pure,
To find again the well-spring sure.
But flesh is strong and spirit weak
No matter what faint heart may seek
A million cares drive me away
From drinking in Your word each day,
And now I find my vision fails
And I'm beset by earthly gales
Whose bitter rains just pri ck and tease
No comfort give nor thirst can ease
And teetering close to apathy
I find no thought a nepenthe
And nearly shrink again to stone
To care for naught but what's my "own"...
But then You pull me close again
To wrestle from me selfish pain
You give my weary spirit rest
And gently show my faults in tests.
Again I realize how I've failed,
The worthless things which I've bewailed
You take me back and give me drink
Reminding me once more to think
Of Your commands and heaven above,
Of fleeting life and Savior's love.