But am I thirsty?
Yearning for the cup of obedience,
For the sour wine of humility
And the salvation it brings?
Am I thirsty?
To endure with you and not to reign,
To stay faithful through the pain,
To praise in chains,
Or when blood stains my imperfect garments?
Am I thirsty?
Knowing that nothing else satisfies
No food for this desire,
Wood for this dying fire?
Or am I mourning my death while waiting
For it all to dry up!
No!
Give me thirst,
Give me hunger.
March me into the wilderness,
Into the desert where you are.
Give me stones
Destroy my thrones
Shake these bones and make me re-membered.
The beds are dry, the clouds long departed:
Dust reigns.
Give me thirst,
Give me the name to call
Give me the knees upon which to fall.
In deed I rage against mercy,
Refusing the first.
Oh Lord!
Give me thirst
© Denis Adide 2015
Before he dies Jesus drinks the ‘Cup’ after saying he thirsts. This the same cup he asks be taken away in Gethsemane. On the cross he thirsts. Is it a thirst for something to drink or is it a desire to be obedient even unto death: death on a cross. He desires to take upon himself the work of salvation.
“My food is to do the will of him who sent me”.
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