Life to pour...

And the echoes of worship are ringing in my soul,
Resounding and lifting;
Condensing upon the walls of my heart,
Dripping down like precious oil
And all I want is more.

So why do I not chase more?
Standing alongside the Great Deep, dying of thirst;
A daughter of the Spring, drinking never.

I hear You, Lord.
Afar off in the distance.
And dare I dream it: nearing.
I hear You.

And I long for You. My heart misses You.
I long to lay upon Your chest,
To be wrapped in Your embrace,
And to bring some joy to Your heart.

But I fear my light has grown dark,
My heart has grown cold
And I wonder if You will find me in this wilderness.

Will You come to me, Lord,
When my stubborn heart will not draw near to You?

Will You come to me, beloved Spring,
When I have perished at Your side
In my foolishness, undrinking?

Revive me, Lord.
Revive me, Lord, again.

That I may pour my life as oil.
As oil upon Your feet.