Lord
Let me be the cup
Of clear shining crystal
Full and running over
With Your goodness
And Your love
Plunge me deeply
Into the ceaseless fountain
Of “living water”
‘till I’m brimming
And drops flow
Down the side
And absorb into thirsty ground.
Quench the thirst
Of the woman coming to the well
With my contents
Upturn and empty me
Then fill me up again
For the others who will seek
The scores of other wanderers
Who will discover the well
And ask You for a drink.
Saturday, July 12,1980
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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