Thirsty
I want to be drenched in Your love
Forever by Your side,
Fill up my dry soul
And make me come alive.
Won’t you pour into my life
You said you’d come like rain
So come into my heart
It’s a dry and dusty place
At last I feel the drip drops
Of healing form in me
The captives are released
And finally are free.
To the lamb who was slaughtered
To take away my sins
Praise You Jesus, You cleanse me
And give me life again.
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