Still Thirsty

Through the desert I walked, still thirsty.
I was burned from the sun in the sky.
I was praying, "Dear Jesus, please help me!"
Yet my prayers dried away, but why...?

On hot sand I walked. I was lonely
from results of my wide-sweeping sin.
I was praying, "Dear Jesus, please help me!"
as the sun burned my leather-like skin.

So I paused and I stood, so weary.
My sore feet burned each time I had stepped.
I was praying, "Dear Jesus, please help me!"
then fell on my face and I slept...

I dreamed there of safe haven's valley -
where the green grasses waved in the wind.
I was praying, "Dear Jesus, please help me!"
and repented, for I had sinned.

And dreamed of a brook, to satisfy thirst,
where the bubbling waters were cool -
where I'd be last and put Jesus first -
but awoke to a world so cruel.

Awakened by breeze that caused me see
an oasis some distance away.
I was praying, "Dear Jesus, please help me!"
and promised Him I'd always stay.

I was drawn to that pool of water.
In I peered, but my face was a mess.
So washed as sun seemed much cooler.
I was happy that God had blessed.

I knew God could give me protection.
With countenance clean, I looked great!
The still water had given reflection
to an ego that none could deflate.

Through the desert I walked, still thirsty.
I was burned from the sun in the sky.
I was praying, "Dear Jesus, please help me!"
Yet my prayers dried away, but why...?