The Lord thirsted for me
To choose to abide,
To pause and linger
At His precious side.
He thirsted for conversation
Having my full attention,
Hanging onto every word,
Listening with intention.
He thirsted for my presence,
And to look into my eyes,
To see my inner child smile
With gasps and sighs.
He thirsted to feel me near,
Leaning in awe and wonder,
Resting in the assurance
That none could tear us asunder.
He thirsted for my heart
To shelter His in mine,
To tell me He loves me,
And leave me peace of mind.

11.20.2021 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Luke 10, Mary and Martha, and Beverly and Mark Lowry