My spirit’s dry, is it really water I cry?
A yearning so deep, my ways fall shy,
So long I searched from fifth to first,
For what can quench this woman’s thirst?
Ten years shy of a century,
Where’s this child He promised me?
His words were “like sand in the seashore”
If it’s true, why haven’t You started before?
With zeal, have I searched You in the scrolls
And bounded men for what to me seems false
Who is this Man, I am trying to defy?
Is He really the One that can satisfy?
I have tried all night in search of sustenance,
But hope is lost when I give my nets a glance
Is my life all about the calm or stormy sea?
Will there be a calling reserved for me?
For through Him is a well springing up to life
And through Him is the child for…
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ella & the MESSIAH 