Inside of Each Man
Inside of each man lies an inner thirst
That goes beyond the finite atom
It has been there ever since the first
Man on earth, by sin, to doom had come.
That thirst is inborn in his heart
A vacuum of hunger for his soul
Something this world can never impart
But Living Water can make him whole.
Where does he drink from such a well?
Where would he find such lasting fulfillment?
The Word is His Truth, it is there to tell
For everyone thirsty there is contentment.
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
'You have filled me with greater joy
than when their grain and new wine abound.
I will lie down and sleep in peace,
for you alone, O LORD,
make me dwell in safety.'
PSALM 4: 7-8
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