soul searching

my soul thirsts for the living God. my lips quench the taste of fulfilling water that flows through the compassionate arms of Jesus. he cries and the tears that flow with salt tell of the tale before the cross. he laughs and i hear the resounding praises of the angels. he looks and i can feel the sword of judgement divide my soul from my spirit, my flesh from my bones. he is silent and i can feel death touch my soul when he doesn't utter a word to me. he speaks and i feel the Holy Spirit consume my flesh allowing me to feel euphoria and the firmness of my feet in his courts. he speaks and i hear the choice being given without harshness, but the decision is beyond my common sense. he listens to my case when i plead guilty of sin and temptation. he loves those that love him and hates those that hate him. he is the way the truth and the life. he is life. he is love. he is judgement. he is peace. he is happiness. he is fulfillment. he is the morning. he is the evening. he is the divine trium God. HE IS THE I AM THAT I AM. but yet my soul thirsts. Lord please let me drink. amen.