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Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Hunger is an escort into the deeper things of You

I approach and He seems silent. I call! I cry...until all such soul-shouting becomes exhausting!

Does He not know that His nearness is our gird? Why does He withhold Himself? Why does He hold back His healing hand? Why does He not pour Himself out in greater measures according to the great and immediate needs of His people?
I am not as a young lion that suffers want and hunger, for as I seek You, I know that I lack none of Your goodness. Yet, all around, there remains still a great ache, a deep emptiness. Satisfaction is promised to those hungering and thirsting, left famished and wasted by this world and its burdens. If You let your children ache and pant for a time, do not disappoint in bringing about a downpour of all that You are in this place! Your Kingdom is righteousness, peace, and joy in the Holy Spirit (Rom 14:17). I want to waste my life in searching You out, to be so lovesick for this furthering of Your Kingdom and Your life here.

I stretch out my hands to you; my soul thirsts for you like a parched land. ~ Psalm 143:6

Soul Cry
~ Misty Edwards

As the deer pants for the water, my soul longs for You
As the body dies without water, my soul dies without You

They may say, “Come on, get over it
Drink, be merry, for tomorrow we die”
That’s why I’d rather sit in the house of mourning
Than at the table with fools
Blessed are the hungry—You said it, I believe it
Hunger is an escort into the deeper things of You
You satisfy, you satisfy

My soul cries, my soul cries, my soul cries for You

Take me to the place where You satisfy, take me to the river
I’ll do anything, God; there is no price, take me to the river

They may say, “Come on, get over it, everything is okay”
They may say, “Why the hunger?
Why the thirsting? Why the mourning?”
But my soul cries, my soul cries

All my tears You hold in a bottle; You will pour them out like rain
Weeping endures for the night, for the night
But joy comes in the morning, joy comes in the morning

Blessed are the hungry, blessed are the thirsty
You said it, I believe it; I believe it, I believe it
Hunger is the escort into the deeper things of You

Deep is calling out to deep is calling out to deep

Yesterday’s depth is feeling really shallow
I’ve gotta go deeper, deeper, deeper still
And all Your waves and all Your billows crash over me
Pulling me deep, deep, deeper
From glory to glory, from strength to strength
From depth to depth, I want to fellowship with You

You’re not so far away, it’s not too mysterious
You’re living on the inside of me, Your Spirit on the inside of me

Spring up, O well; spring up, O well; spring up, O well, within me!


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