The burning sun is bearing down
I'm aching for the dusk
I drag my feet through shifting sand
It's searing to the touch
Can these dying bones have life
Or will they turn to dust
I'm out of strength
I drank my last drop of trust
Give me some relief
I need a long drink from a cold spring
Fragile like a thirsty tree
Uprooted from the clay
My praying hands are withered leaves
The wind will blow away
Replant me by the water
In the coolness of the shade
I'm out of strength
My Branches are tired and frayed
Give me some relief
I need a long drink from a cold spring
Lord, quench my unbelief
With a long drink from a cold spring
You are not a stranger
To the famine of the curse
Before you took your final breath
You said, "I thirst"
Give me some relief
Even a small drink of mercy
Give me some relief
I need a long drink from a cold spring
You quench my unbelief
With a long drink from your cold spring