Soggy
By Jon Slone
One clay pot calling out to the Potter.
I’m starting to crack and I need a little water.
My canteen is empty
There’s a rock in my shoe.
Please soak me in love, Lord, I’m desperate for you.
Rain down Your favor and smiles from Your face.
Let me swim in your river of forgiveness and grace.
Cover me up in Your blood that was shed.
Like a waterfall racing for the top of my head.
I long to be drenched and possibly wetter.
I’d settle for soaked but Soggy sounds better.
Soggy in You, Lord, please keep me Soggy!
Jon soaked-to-the-bone Slone
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