Текст: AmeDeus. Other. Painting Parables For The Thirsting.

Pour into me
My desert soul thirsts for a flood in time of famine
And in my dreams, you are the water pouring down on me from heaven

(Chorus)
Pour into me
Pour into my dreams
My soul is thirsting for You
(Pour into me)
I had a will but it bled
I lack the strength to contain
Contain the contents of my heart it bled, it bled, it bled through all the pouring
Out of my heart now empty, and I am left here thirsting
Thirsting for You
Pour into me, please

(Chorus)

Perspective changes as this painting you're creating reveals everything
I am a well run dry
And at the bottom you will find
That I'm no more than mud and man-made philosophy
Though there's such beauty to be found in this painting
Named the woman at the well

(Chorus)

So empty vessels are most useful it would seem
Because there's more of You when there is less of me
But I can't help but feel unwell while I'm empty
For what's a well without it's water for the thirsting?
Oh sweet angel of repose
Come down and kiss my brow with lips of restoration
And with each stroke your brush reveals
Show me how to give to those needing to be filled
Pour...

(Thanks to Pat for these lyrics)