I Thirst Poem by ENOCH JOHN

My heart reaches out to you O Lord,
In these perilous times I thirst;
Yes, Lord! my heart thirsts.Under the open morning sky,
Where the cumulous clouds seem to hold heaven's serenity,
When the mountains rise to heaven and the birds of spring lovely sing
And the wild beast hides in his lair.The beautiful flowers of spring bloom, as the hues of the rainbow, and my heart reaches out to you O Lord.
Who has made the vast heavens and the brown earth below!