Waiting at the water’s edge,
at a time of thirst that scorches my soul,
the ache is hollow.
Waters wash down from heaven’s
edge and I feel alone. Your
waiting for me to respond when
at dawn, you called my name.
The morning came and went as the
Waters flowed by me and I on the
edge stood frozen as evening approached,
waiting, deaf to your voice.
At a moment’s notice, I wanted to drink
the word and the life of you, Lord, the
waters that would quench my thirst, the
edge is a source of fear and you patiently
waiting for me to jump in
at the sound of your voice, as night falls, take
the fear away Lord and let the
waters wash over me, knock me off the
edge before this day is over.

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