In this hour of drought
I refuse to fall I will seek You out
I am no one to Comprehend Your plan
All I can do is say Lord, this flame please fan
When I begin to feel dry, and my portion is empty
I cry out to You in my frailty
Holy Spirit rush over and over flow
Lift me from this grave
do not me reap and sow
Instead let me press further in
To You oh Lord may I depend.
original work by K.B.
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