I thirst and hunger for my Lord’s voice
But I am far from him
By my own deeds I have created a rift between us
With my own words I have injured his images
And wounded His beloved, the heirs to His kingdom.
Who can save me from myself?
Shall I bury myself or drown myself in drink and sorrow?
Who can save me from myself?
Shall I hide deep within the bowels of the earth?
Surely there is no salvation for one such as me.
But my soul thirsts and still I hunger for His voice.
I humbled myself and cried out to Him in my despair
In my anguish I pleaded for forgiveness
His voice came, welcoming and full of love,
“Come quench your thirst and be fed. Come home, my son!
Why have you been so long from my table?”