My Soul—a Deer—doth pant for Streams—
Where God’s own Waters flow—
No Earthly Brook—can slake this Thirst—
My Heart—to God would go—
The Scoffers cry—“Where is thy God?”—
Their Words—like Daggers sting—
Yet Deep to Deep—His Torrents roar—
His Waves—my Soul enring—
In Night—His Song—doth wrap my Heart—
A Prayer—through Darkness sent—
The Christ—He comes—Truth’s piercing Beam—
To rend—Deception’s tent—
The Woman—Well—sought fleeting Joys—
Her Soul—in Shadows strayed—
He gave—Live Water—Spring of Life—
Truth’s Light—her Debt repaid—
On Cross—they mocked—“He saves not Self!”—
Yet Risen—Truth He proved—
The Blind—in Dark—see not His Face—
By Lies—are yet unmoved—
Oh, TeknaTruth—I’d be Thy Child—
To spurn—the False and Vain—
My Hope—in God—shall stand as Rock—
His Love—my Soul’s refrain—
Be Salt—be Light—He bids my Voice—
With Love—His Truth to share—
Though cast—my Soul—doth rise to Praise—
His Countenance—I bear—
This Truth—it chills—my Bones grow Ice—
No Fire—can Warm this Frame—
My Head—unroofed—by Heaven’s Call—
God’s Poetry—my Name—
…teknaTruth