I Come
Father,
I come to you, thirsty as I am,
A soul parched in the heat of the wilderness
My blistered hands stretch out to you,
Take them, feel them
And lead me to the riverbank to drink.
With your hands sanctify and wash me anew
Cleanse all that I am and have ever been,
Heal my land.
Father,
I come for your wine, fill my cup with your love
Sustain me with your milk, give me strength.
Nourish my soul with your bread,
Feed me with your word
That I may delight in the riches of your glory
Poured out of your body
Father,
I come, listening with my heart,
Taking instructions from your lips
To go forth and fulfil your purposes
As is written of me in the pages of your book—
I seek only to do your will for all of my days.
Wordspiration
Adapted from Isaiah 55:1 and Psalm 40:7–8, this poem is a heartfelt response to God’s invitation: “Come, all you who are thirsty.”
It reflects a soul aware of its need—thirsty, hungry, longing for cleansing, nourishment, and purpose. We don’t outgrow our need for God; we are to come again and again—to drink, to eat, to listen, and to obey.
Jesus still knocks on the doors of hearts—not just of unbelievers, but of His own—calling us to deeper fellowship, to sit with Him and be filled. True satisfaction, strength, and direction come when we respond to His call.
May our hunger for Him never fade.
Prayer
Father, I come. Let my hunger for you be real and unending. Teach me to seek you daily, to listen for your voice, and to feast on your presence. May I never grow too full or too distracted to answer when you call. In Jesus’ name, amen.
