This is my first time participating in the Stream of Consciousnesses Saturday (on a Sunday, at that! Sorry I’m late seeing the prompt… ๐Ÿ˜…) Here is my first attempt at it. It’s harder than I thought it would be. I’m not used to not editing what I write; the urge to backspace is insane! ๐Ÿ˜‚ Anyway, here it is, along with a photo I shared a while back that happens to go with my theme:

As the Psalmist, my soul pants for the Living Water. I follow Him beside the still waters and He gives me drink. He knows that I thirst, and He doesnโ€™t give me oil instead of water; He knows my soul and what I crave. He doesnโ€™t hide the water from me, but lets me drink freely, until I am satisfied. Praise be to God for not holding back from me!


My Oasis

The heat of the world burns;
I rest in His cool shadow,
And of Living Waters, I yearn,
To drown the drought filled sorrows.

In this dry world, my soul pants for Thee;
You are my thirst-quenching Oasis;
In a dry land where no water is;
And where no other shelter can be.

He is my sanctuary,
Where I can freely rest;
I am in Him and He in me,
The Holy Spirit quenches best!

In the early morning hour,
I will seek You first thing;
To You be the glory, my King,
To Whom has all the power!

“O God, Thou art my God; early will I seek Thee: my soul thirsteth for Thee, my flesh longeth for Thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is; to see Thy power and Thy glory, so as I have seen Thee in the sanctuary. ” (Psalm 63:1)

โ€œAs the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after Thee, O God. My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?โ€ (Psalms 42:1-2)

I Must Swim!

This is week fifty-one of Three Line Tales, and here is the photo and my response. If you want to join in, just click the link; the rules can be found there.๐Ÿ˜‰

I am my loving Shepherdโ€™s sheep, during good times and grim.

Even when the water is deep, I shall always follow Him.

In the Living Waters, I must faithfully leap! In these currents of life, I must swim!

Rain On Me

๐ŸŽŠ Happy New Year! ๐ŸŽ‰

2016 is almost over. There are some things I wish to leave behind. And yet, there are other things I wish to discover. And I tell of these in rhyme. ๐Ÿ™‚


Rain On Me

My heart grieves in depressed gloom,
Withers away as plants in a famine;
When it desperately wants to bloom,
Rain on me; bring me to life again!

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Hear my prayer, O Lord, hear my cry;
I know you never will forsake me,
During all of the hard times, but why?
Why do you allow such difficulty?


In You, I fully trust and believe,
But I am so very tired and thirty.
Youโ€™re the only thing that can relieve
And remove my sins; I drink insatiably.

Caterpillar and Blossoms

I know the Living Waters has hydrated,
And my sins will be washed away,
My once weary soul shall be elated,
I may not feel happy now, but I pray:


Let the heavens open and rain on me,
Fill me with You so I will not thirst;
From worldly worries and sin Iโ€™ll be free!
When in reality, I deserve the worst.


I thank You, Lord, for giving
Your Beloved and Only Son;
So that I may actually go on living,
To You, there is no comparison.