Monday, March 24, 2008

The Water of My Life

My throat is so dry when I walk in the desert.
Things are not easy to cope.
I don’t see any water source along my trip.
My ransom has run out.
It’s like the end of story.
Until I see a deer in the desert!
I see it run to a blur spot in the middle of the desert.
I see it stops
Almost impossible what I see. The deer drinks from the lake!
Where is it from?
I long for You to fulfill my thirst
Only when I surrender
You come with bunch of water
Only when I surrender
You fulfill my empty cups.

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