Moistening the Parched Soul
I can still feel your hand A weak squeeze Dry skin against mine Still hear the machine Pulsating in the background Providing you oxygen…
Read More Moistening the Parched SoulI can still feel your hand A weak squeeze Dry skin against mine Still hear the machine Pulsating in the background Providing you oxygen…
Read More Moistening the Parched SoulI am parched, beaten down by the scorching heat of life; dried out, craving relief from the oppressive inferno of barbs from others. In this moment I hear your word dear Lord: “Let anyone who is thirsty come to me and drink (John 7:37, NIV).” Praise God that you don’t just offer a shot of […]
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