A thirsty woman stands on the shore

Ocean's expanse before her

Golden sand crumbles in her step

Rushing waves gather

Dry parched and broken

Her throat cries for moisture

Reaching toward the sea

Her hands scoop the water

Drinking deeply of the sea

Her soul cries in torment

Thirstier now than ever

Will she find her refreshment?

So much water in her gaze

Yet not a drop she can drink

Weight of her sorrow

Causes her heart to sink

"Let the waves rush

Cover me with your fury

What can quench my thirst

What can satisfy?"

A gentle hand holds hers

She tears her gaze away

loosing sight of the sea

Turning to the light of day

The morning star

Saviour of the world

The Lord of heav'n and earth

Comforter and friend

"If you would ask of me

I will give you living water

that shall satisfy

your thirst forever."

...

The world shall drown us

In its sorrows and pain

presenting a satisfaction 

you shall never gain

Christ has the Living water

"Come unto me" He calls

"and I will give you life."

Such love that falls

Waterfalls of love

Cascading my soul

Giving me peace and joy

Making me whole