To All Who Thirst Poem by Frank McEleny

As the deer panteth for the waterbrooks
So my soul longeth after thee
Oh my Father in Heaven
Can you hear my desperate plea?

My soul cries out to you
In a dry and thirsty land
Revive me oh Lord, quench my raging thirst
Reach down from heaven and take my feeble hand

There is a famine in my soul
And it hungers after heavens food
There's a raging thirst in my spirit
If only I could quench this thirst I would

I have tasted this food and drank from the well
Now nothing else will do
I am ruined for all of this life
Now all I want is all of you

Oh listen to my plea
Oh Christ the risen King
I need to hear your Spirit speak
I need to hear the angels sing

For I have wandered in this desert
And it has brought me too my knees
And every footprint in the desert sand
Is marked by anguished plea's

Forget me not Oh Lord my God
For I remember thee
Those moments that we spent alone
In your Holy Sanctuary

And I was robbed of all my words
In that place before your throne
I knelt and wept, and cried with joy
I knew I'd never be alone

And now your Spirit comes to me
And a heavenly angel sings
A small still voice it says to me
' I will bear you on eagle's wings'

Arise my my child and thirst no more
For I have heard your plea
Reach out and grasp my outstretched hand
It's time to come away with me