emmanuel

the word of god

is food for my soul.

where does my help come from?

from where

does the source of 

life spring forth?

it is in the quiet place.

the tabernacle of my heart

where the spirit of the living god dwells.

nothing else 

can satisfy the depravity

of my shattered soul

but the one who calls himself

emmanuel.

hungry

my soul is thirsty

for the life that

comes from 

the spirit of god.

come oh holy god

and breathe

on these bones that are 

as dry as the dust of the earth.

as deep cries out to deep

so my soul calls

out to christ my savior.

to be like a tree 

planted next to the 

satisfying riverbed

is the longing of my heart.

here i am 

communing with the

one my heart loves.

and here i ask -

hold me close to your bosom

and speak tenderly

with the wind of your spirit.