| Dried Up | |
| I don’t know God can you fill this for me? I feel empty And my source of water seems dried up these days Where is your water that ends thirst or whatever that is Have I been going to the wrong hose? If you are my salvation, if you are everything to me, why do I feel nothing right now Dried up shrunken and dusty is my heart It pumps a dusty squeaky sort of rhythm, that sounds like a name Your name Dry heaving every drop of blood from my body And still it isn’t enough for your salvation Wait, yours, or His Which one do I ask for Do I kneal before a brass statue Or try to cry out every last tear over the phone to you Which will save this thirst The hose I’ve been going to has been dried up for days And I don’t think the priest would like me sucking up all his holy water If He makes me whole and he makes me empty Why am I cutting off the wrong “he” I’ll go again with my bucket and pail, to the beach I look for the ocean that used to be so vast, and search till I find some small pool I’ll fill my bucket, and hope that it lasts me another few months I could open that Book but all I’d find is wine And I thirst for water Yours Why is love so dry |