I Need To Be Fed

 I am so hungry and I need to be fed.

So pour into my heart, that my footsteps be led.

Let me feast in your presence, that my life be so filled.

Till forever and always, I may be strong willed.

My life is not my own, I am happy to concede.

What the Lord commands, as His sheep, I will feed.

The yearning of my heart, is the churning of my soul.

And with every breath I take, I know heaven is my goal.

This longing is a wonder, like an empty pot of gold.

And every day my craving, is my essence, yet untold.

Into the Holy Place, where I meet with my King.

I lay my head in splendor, as passion hear me sing.

This overwhelming feeling, could never be explained.

And shining ever brightly, are not stains with deep disdain.

When

love comes softly singing, I am beaconed like a lark.

For Christ in me will broaden, every curtain, with a spark.

I feel my fingers tingle and I know the Lord is near.

For lying down beside me, is the One who calls me dear.

Where I go tomorrow, this much I know not.

But every path will be, one step closer to heaven's pot.