Hope Ellen Rapson
With sweaty palms and rusty spades
Diggers hope to find and drink,
Waters that quench their cravings…
Beauty, brawn, brains, and a bounty…
Only to discover thick tepid liquid,
Tasting of darkness, death, and dirt.
One broken heart, filled with thirst,
Unquenched by Jacob’s well…
Prompted---asked for a running stream…
A clear, continual life-giving artesian
Only of the Holy Spirit’s making,
Discovering fresh faith in “I am He.”
With sweaty palms and rusty spades
Still diggers search to find and drink,
Waters to quench those cravings…
With broken hearts and unfilled thirst,
Some come to the eternal current,
Fresh and flowing from the great “I Am.”
My empty heart, filled with thirst,
Unquenched by acts of my own will
Convicted---drank from the saving stream,
The cool, continual renewing well
Only of the Holy Spirit’s flowing
From faith in the Everlasting Man.
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