![]() EMPTINESSA Poem by Himaya Ka![]() There’s a longing that no one can fill, a yearning that nobody can explain.![]() EMPTINESS (John 4:
1-42) Unworthy, unholy, an outcast But the seeker knew my heart Weary, thirsty, desired to be loved First, second, third, fourth and fifth Even to the sixth I wasn’t satisfied There’s a longing that no one can fill A yearning that nobody can explain Not with words nor with actions Hard to fathom yet I know it’s there Feeling stuck up afraid to burst out But one day He came Yes, He met me at the well It was hot, dry, and empty Yes, I have nothing to offer But He chose to be there He’s not supposed to talk to me To come near me it wasn’t okay But He asked for some water That though I wished I could But no, I have nothing to offer But He knew the well was empty It’s dry just like what’s inside of me Wished to be satisfied and to satisfy But the well was empty just like me Yet in emptiness He wasn’t disappointed
For He knew the well was empty That’s why He came to meet me For He knew that I have been thirsty But the well was empty That’s why He came to fill me He filled the well with truth An outcast but He searched me out Though undeserved but to Him I’m worth For He knew my heart was waiting for Him to
fill So, the well burst out and flows like a
river Unstoppable, it overflows and goes everywhere Untamable expression, you can’t help but
hear The wonders of His wisdom The greatness of His mercy and grace His abounding
hope and unfathomable love DAILY IN THE WORD June 11, 2021 John 4: 13-14 13 Jesus answered and said unto her,
Whosoever drinketh of this water shall thirst again: 14 But whosoever drinketh of the water that
I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall
be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life. © 2021 Himaya Ka |
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Added on June 11, 2021 Last Updated on June 11, 2021 Author![]() Himaya KaCebu City, Visayas, PhilippinesAbout...WRITING TO EXPRESS NOT TO IMPRESS I am God's creation. I am a child of God. I am redeemed. I am loved. I am secured. I am saved. POETRY IS LIKE A CUP OF COFFEE THAT I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT .. more..Writing
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