they have forsaken the LORD to cherish whoredom, wine, and new wine.
a deeper well whose drink drowns fear Ps 91.9
wean Your child from bottles of sclerosis
draw me again to that fountain filled with blood
to believe Your goodness
only You slake and forget lastingly Jn 4; Jer 31.34
and You grant sleep to Your beloved Ps 127
Living Water, rain down on me
LORD I need more of You
we are thirsty, o Jesus
we are thirsty for more of You
Oh! that I might repose on Thee! Oh! that Thou wouldest enter into my heart, and inebriate it, that I may forget my ills, and embrace Thee, my sole good!
// The Confessions, Book I, Augustine
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