Quench My Thirsty Soul

 

 

Stand me in the falling rain,
Let moisture take its toll,
Like a vessel fill me up,
Quench my thirsty soul.

 

 

Lead me into waters deep,
Baptize me with Your flood.
Remind me of Your sacrafice,
In my place, with Your blood.

 

 

Let the tears that fall from me,
Every time I've cried,
Bring to mind, that just for me,
Upon the cross You died.

 

 

Shower me in cascading light,
When hoovering clouds embark.
Let the glow of Your unfailing love,
Lead me from the dark.

 

 

Bathe me in Your glory,
When I am feeling less than whole.
Lord when I am parched and arid,
Quench my thirsty soul.

 

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