Martha and I echo to each other in the spirit,
Our mouths overflow the living water from within,
Jesus Christ turns it to wine to fill us up with joy.
Like the much more forgiven lady,
Who loves Jesus more, wiping His feet with her tears and hair, pouring out her precious perfume,
So am I feeling bold and focusing on worship my Lord with my songs of thanksgiving and praise.
Like the woman, bringing her empty jars for the oil,
God’s anointing continuously flows into her jars one by one until He stops.
So is my praying, looking up to God, who can fill me up time after time,
As I meditate with focus on Himself, not on feeling of dread,
Nor on impossible things my eyes cannot see,
With His promise for me, seeking, asking and will find and receive.
Such delight shall be more satisfied to my spirit, After all the waiting in hope.