Love Poem: VITAL STATISTICS FEED MY THRIST-

VITAL STATISTICS FEED MY THRIST-

VITAL STATISTICS FEED MY  THRIST

Meet me at the fountain;
So that I may drink the water
I'll be the one clothed in righteousness naked from ground,
 upto my crown;
My soul running to the fountain,
 yet I don't have a cup
All I'm carrying is my mouth; 
And that I'm going to speak life;
I was thirsty, and you said come
You've filled 


Lord, hear me first ;
I called always already here,
You feed my thirst
When I was thirsty, you fill my cup

Meet me at the table;
Lord you're ever able;
Come and dine,
 I'm yours and you are mine;
Come let us, sup together;

My soul is walking to the table;
It's  because of you that I'm able;
You feed me with Your Word
You speak I heed I hear, I heard Hallelujah

Lord hear me first
I called always already here
(Ever present) you feed my body heart mind and soul you feed my thirst when I am thirsty hungry you fill my cup

Father Meet me at the table;
You who are my vital statistic that feeds my hunger and thirst

1/18/25