5 a.m. revival

When I endure a poverty of spirit
Wilt Thou surely pour out on me
That promised abundance, that shower of blessing
Thou spakest of on the mount.
When I hunger and thirst so my soul is parched
And I find no sustenance here
Wilt Thou take my hand and lead me on
To Thy great and endless fount
Where the healing waters flow ever on,
Thou soul satisfier, Thou faithful friend,
Thou redeemer of the lost and sorrowing,
Thou blesser beyond all count.
Then one more boon I ask of Thee, Lord,
For it is Thy nature to give:
On the ones I love, in their time of need,
Pour that same abundant amount.

-HJ 5am, Mar. 27, 2010