The plea of a poor man
I love that everyday Christ reminds me; his arm is extended and his hand is open, offering an irresistible invitation to come. My son you thirst so come! My son you hunger so come! My son you have no money so come! Come to the brook with empty hands, ready to eat and drink what is good and rich. Come to the gathering of the outcasts and lame, come to the celebration where their shame is turned into praise.
Jesus you are abundantly amazing and I want complete and full satisfaction in you and only you. Never let me spend my money on the bread of vanity that ends in ruin. Lord never let me toil under the sun to find satisfaction in emptiness but rather in the fullness of you. Lord let me eat from the bread vendor who gives freely, let me drink from the well that never runs dry. Lord let me incline my ear to the you, for your words are good and like treasure to my soul. Lord let me drink the purest of milk and the finest of wine without price.
Christ I want you, i thirst for you like a parched land and I need every bit of you. All is hopeless without you, all is lifeless without you. You have caused me to marvel at your being you have caused me to wonder at your creation. Captivate me even more oh lord, for that is when I know you have taken scales from my eyes. Oh lord hear my heart, hear my plea, hear my cry. If i can't find full satisfaction in you where else can I turn? I will live without intent only to be extinguished. Christ I am seeking you while you may be found and I am calling upon you while you are near!
