Thanks and gratitude I have
Most frequently leaving me
Powerless to reimburse
Creditors who gave free
Grace
The form of any good
At my side and in my wake
The fruits of seeds they scattered
At my feet despite the odds
Levied by drought-stricken soil
Long parched and left barren
But never beyond the reach
Of strong and ever-growing
Roots that lead down and below
The thin top layer of parched
Ground on which I chose to tread
Drawing from a living well of
Water that will surely quench
My thirst and ever sustain
Steps taken toward a city
That I can only reach by
Letting Him carry me
