Indulging, yet not satisfied.
This weary heart of longing,
What will gratify?
Though I fill and I fill,
I am a cistern broken,
An eternal heart born ill.
A wretched, joyless desert i strode,
Crying out for a stream of refreshing.
Frantic searching all of my days,
But no solace found for my wrestling.
Glimmer, sweet glimmer,
Just beyond yonder hill,
A raging, eternal spring,
Beacons, "Come have your fill.".
How pure, how sweet,
This flowing river of delight.
How have I never heard
Of this living water, called Christ?
Infinite, matchless, beautiful...
Words could never measure
The fullness therein,
This costly ocean of pleasures.
The price is more that i can give,
Yet, One has gone before,
Securing this wanderer's place,
At the Fountain forevermore.
Yet, longing and wanting,
Feeble heart still yearn,
For inferior delights,
Feeding on worms.
Return, oh wanton heart
to the place of true delight!
Give no quarter to the inferior,
Fight for Joy with all your might.
Slay all that compete for affection,
Don't be fooled by misdirection.
Arise, look up from the fray,
This illness, this war will be stayed.
A day comes and will be soon,
When struggle will meet it's tomb.
Infinite appetites will be infinitely satisfied,
In His blood this promise ratified.
Hold fast, oh weary soul,
For He will not let you go.
The victory is not yours to gain,
King Jesus has overcame.
