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BY Cindy Whitaker
Poor and parched, the land cries out for rain
Even so does my spirit thirst for you
Draw me Lord that in your presence
will flow tears of shame, relief and joy
To water the land
Weak and cold, a marriage cries out for refuge
Draw us Lord that we may look in your eyes
and know love unearned, unmatched, unyielding
To bind our souls
Too strong, too weak
Too hot, too cold
Lord teach us your compassion
To serve, to love, to lead, to listen
With love and tears
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