I need water.
It keeps me alive—
--When I drink it, that is.
It cleanses my being
And fills my thirsty soul—
My thirsty soul that's been parched and withered
From a continuous lack of water.
I need water—
The kind of water that flows from the pages of that ancient book
As I study its divinely inspired message.
The kind of water that pours out on my spirit
When I lift up someone else in prayer
And commune with the Almighty.
This is the water that refreshes and nourishes me,
That lets me thirst again—
But of which I have not had enough.
I need to immerse myself in this water,
But for days now I have barely sipped it,
Allowing the cares of life to drown out what I really need most.
My heart is hardened, my soul is dry,
Numb to the feeling of thirst, not caring to be quenched.
I know I need water.
It keeps me alive, and without it, I'll die.
But as I go through these days and avoid drinking it in,
I can't help but ask myself—
How much longer can I last without water?