We are but dust, yearning for something more. 

Our hearts, hollow vessels, thirst for a touch that quenches, a presence that fills. In the quiet depths of our souls, there is a longing, an ache—a pull toward the Sacred, the Eternal, the Living Water. We walk through this world, dry as parched earth, seeking fulfillment in fleeting things, but always feeling the emptiness, the deep need for something that cannot be found in the transient hours of our days.

God, You are the River that flows through the caverns of our being, the stream that whispers to the thirsty places within. We drink from wells that run dry, from hands that cannot hold what we crave.

Yet, You—You alone—are the fullness, the endless supply, the source that never ceases to flow. We are flowing in You, through You, our hearts beat with every trickle and drop.

When we close our eyes, our souls tremble, yearning for the cool embrace of Your waters. In the silence, we hear the echo of Your call. "Come," You say, "Come to the waters and drink." How can we resist the beckoning of the One who made us, the One who breathes life into our bones and calls us home?

Our hearts ache, deeply gnawing in a way that only You can heal. We are parched, wandering through a desert of our own making, and still, Your river flows, and flows, and flows waiting for us to dip our hands– to taste, to be filled.

Oh, how we long for Your presence.

Our souls cry out like dry ground, desperate for the rain of Your love. We long to stand beneath the torrent of Your grace, to be cleansed, to be made whole, to drink deeply of the waters that will never run dry. You are the Wellspring, the Eternal Stream. In You, we are satisfied. Without You, we are nothing.

So, we come, our hearts bowed low, desperate for the waters that only You can give. And we drink, and in that moment, our thirst is quenched, our longing stilled. 

We are at rest, knowing that in You– we have found our home.