Thirst

For the past month, I have had a unrelenting desire to know more, and to experience more.
My eyes have been opened to how good and loving God really is, and how little I know about all that makes up his greatness.
I am suddenly content with being alone and spending the "quality time" with Him.
I pray that Christ's love can radiate through me, so others can see and experience Him.
My soul is thirsty, and Jesus is a tall glass of ice water. . .

To thirst is to crave. . .
To be thirsty is to be in need of something to sustain life. . .
I am thirsty for Christ!

Free

Just a little something i wrote. . .


Confusion cripples me, it leaves me lifeless on the floor.
Not have that answers to any of life's questions, numbs me to my deepest core.
Who, what, why when and where, leave me baffled and clueless.
Another being enters the room, a voice said, "This is how you do this."
The image of a man, outlined in light.
Why is he here, and how does he know of my inner fight?
As he spoke to me it was like his words brought a long awaited sunrise to my dark and gloomy night.
As he was reaching down, I clinched his hand tight.
Effortlessly he pulled me up and out of my struggle.
Standing on my feet, I looked back at the rubble.
He spoke and said, "No more a broken soul, now who you were truly meant to be."
I responded, "why?" He said, "though HIM, we are all set free. . ."