I come with expectant, longing affections
drawn to a fountain, it never runs dry
I'm longing for new bread
I'm craving abundance
fully expecting Your Spirit to pour out and slay me with kindness
Fill my eager cup, I raise it crawling
spilling, stumbling, begging
fill me anew, fill me with Jesus, fill me with wisdom
fill me with love, fill me with Jesus
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