I Gladly Drink

God's heavenly mist falling
Coming from high, to so low
Like tears on a famished face
Quenching softly with its flow

I feel Your Spirit move upon me
Like the rain on a parched land
I gladly drink and want more
I fall to my knees, I cannot stand

Lord, sweet, sweet Lamb of mine
The River of Life that is Thee
Flooding power of precious blood
That is a Spring, a Spring in me

That leaves me longing for more
More of You Lord, more of You
I must stay until that final day
Trusting, loving, in all that I do

Judy L Wilson
Feb 19, 2012