A Song
As the parched deer panting,
Through the wildwood running
To a fresh and cooling spring—
I thirst for You, O God.
As your children wandring
In the desert yearning
For bright fountains flowing—
I thirst for You, O God.
As the prophet praying,
The blue heaven searching
For some sign of raining—
I thirst for You, O God.
As the woman needing,
Coming daily, coming,
From the deep well drinking—
I thirst for You, O God.
© Anne S. Moore, 1975

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