Some days my life just feels dry,
Everything I touch turns to dust.
I walk through a desert in my heart.
I feel confused,
How is Jesus working in my life?
Then I read the Scriptures and I see Him crying out,
Crying out in the midst of a festival,
In chaos, confusion, arguments,
And He shouts,
"Come to me and drink."
It's a simple invitation.
In the Scriptures people continue to argue about who He is,
But I'm done with that.
I just want to come.
I want to drink from the fountain of life,
And know that as I kneel there,
The river of life He gives to me,
will flow out to all around me,
And because of Him there will be springs in the desert.