Traveling has left me tired
From the desert to the cross
From the cross to destruction
Tornadoes
Assassinations
Broken lives
Shattered hearts
Tattered souls
This tired traveler
Bends the knee of her heart
And pleads for the flood of living water
Wash me clean
Fill my crushed heart with your love
Mend my frayed soul
Pour your Spirit into every part of me
“Restore to me the joy of your salvation,
and sustain in me a willing spirit."
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