Wilderness. Wasteland. Dry and parched without water.
For I am but dust in my meanest state.
Dry earth. Longing for rain.
But You are... life.
Living water.
I drink... life springs forth in my heart. Rivers.
Rivers in dry beds. Soaking.
Soaking down down deep. Making new things grow... dormant things blossom.
Surely those who thirst are blessed.
They shall be filled. Filled. Filled up.
Finding life in the wilderness is as simple as being thirsty.
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