All who are thirsty, all who are weak, come to the fountain...And when I've sung this in church as part of the choir, it's felt like a call to me. That I am calling others to bring their thirst to be quenched in the fountain of Living Water that is God. (OK, let me unpack that churchy phrase: water is an essential to life,"Living Water" is the water of baptism, the Holy Spirit, the Presence of God.)
Here's a version of it on YouTube (it is longer than usual):
The song came to mind again recently (actually, while I was on my blogging sabbatical!)...
Why did I think this didn't apply to me? Why only an invitation to others? Why did I think only one mountaintop experience to be sufficient, enough to remember He is with me?
All who are thirsty, all who are weak, come to the fountain...
Am I not thirsty?
Am I not weak? (and if the latest attempts at diet are anything to go by ... The answer is definitely yes I am still weak)
Let the pain and the sorrow
Be washed away
Have I not pain?
The pain -- I've learned to manage when obsessive worry takes me over. And I mostly succeed. But sometimes I still need to call on Him.
Am I not sorrowed?
The sadness of losing my last grandparent is still with me. The sadness of losing a father-in-law just over 2 years ago is still with me.
Am I not still broken? Do I not still break? Do my words and actions not break others?
Come, Lord Jesus, come...