“…but whoever drinks of the water that I will give him will never be thirsty again. The water that I will give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.” (John 4:14)

I am conscious that many Christians are weary and tired. Many are exhausted. I mean this spiritually, hence the need for a place to sit down and draw fresh water to revive a weary soul. And many who don’t know Christ are equally spiritually exhausted in their search for truth and life amidst a myriad of voices and choices, all of which have failed to deliver.

So here is a prayer poem for every one of you precious folk;

Today, though you are tired

And your soul is heavy,

whilst your burdens are many

and confusion reigns,

may you be led to the trickling

of the streams that are running,

flowing from the rivers,

from the mountain’s terrains.

As you sit by the streams

may you breathe in the air

that is fresh and sweet

to sweep away your cares.

May you swish your feet

in the cool water flow

and be washed from the world

and it’s heavy, muddy blow.

May your heart be quickened

to follow the streams,

to search with tranquillity

the source of their beams.

As the sunlight splashes

and shows you the way, 

may you not strive, 

but rather delay

the cares of the world

and its push and its shove,

the lies of self-effort

to live by your own love.

May you find yourself walking

ever so calmly

toward the River

in an atmosphere balmy,

with a spring in your step

and a song in your heart,

find yourself walking

in Someone else’s love.

May you feel His hand

resting light on your shoulder.

May you sense His warmth

permeate you and smoulder

the shame of your past

and the fears for your future,

in the light of Him,

in His perfect character.

May you find yourself lifted,

your shoulders lightened,

your legs at rest

and no longer frightened.

May you know that within

you are being beckoned.

Beckoned and called by

the One who has reckoned.

Who reckoned all things

in His blood that has done it,

that settled the matter

though you’ve not even earned it.

Drink from that stream,

bathe in that river.

Let your head fall back

and be carried hither

by the arms of His Love

in the River of Life.

May you come to know Him

as His Bride, as His wife.

The Spirit and the bride say, “Come!” Let the one who hears say, “Come!” And let the one who is thirsty come, and the one who desires the water of life drink freely. (Revelation 22:17)

Look, I am coming soon! (Rev 22)