Rain Upon My Soul
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My soul is thirsty but I have no more to give
The spring has all but dried up within me
My body decays as I long for this quenching
How am I to live in this state of utter need?
To thrive as everything around me withers
The living among this wasteland of the dead
Exposed to emotions of loss and utter pain
I pray for rain to come and relieve my soul
Tears that will wash away the dust and filth
Revealing new growth and revitalizing the old
Changing that which I was into what I will be
Newness of life and a soul once again full of joy
I must hope, I must believe, I must have faith
If the rain does not come I fear all will be lost©