Your Word is like the Dew
That lifts a wilted soul
Refreshes as the sun
When weariness grabs hold.

Full of tender drops
That wets in droughts and toil
Bread of life indeed
Cleansing inner soil.

Thy Word it carries tears
Upon Thy page of text
Bottles them in hand
As every page turns next.

It satisfies my need
And lets me touch Thy heart
Holds me in a hug
When hopelessness is wrought.

Thy Word it manifests
From deepest inner man
Bearing strength and grace
To dare to take Thy land.

It helps me Hear Thy voice
Thy voice I’ve come to know
Wraps me in Your arms
As every letter’s sown.

(August 7, 2015)