Bitter, bitter was the taste
Each drab moment prolonged waste
No smile left in spoiling soul
Existence done, the only goal

Tasted once His goodness there
Now just rotting in despair
Cesspool of decaying dreams
Resigned to scream my inner screams

And then another grave, grave wound
That ripped my heart until I swooned
No more, no more, can I bleed
Yet you said you were all I need

Living water, springing out
Promised to assuage the drought
You said if I but just believe
A quenching fountain would relieve

I cried to you, and you did hear
My urgent plea, acute, severe
You filled the empty void within
And tossed away my grievous sin

Bound with cords of steadfast love
Commanding joy from up above
Continuing your constant care
My damaged self you did repair

Bitter to sweet, bitter to sweet
No other sweetness can compete
With Jesus here, to not depart
His consolations fill my heart

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Trumpet Sounds 1/13/04