These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

I Thirst

The heat of summer gives a key
to understanding life on Earth.
The thirst we feel can help us see
our helplessness and living worth.

The tragic wilting plants each day
need water's gift to quench their thirst.
By the Hand of God in rain's display
or by human hands to slate it first.

But either way, it's by God's Hands,
for He made rain and He made Man.
The point of the thinking comes to this,
"The plants will die without a wet kiss."

The plants cannot e'er move themselves
like books upon great massive shelves
until by kindness others move
them unto a place of greater good.

And so we thirst by the heat of human pride,
until we lay our wicked pride aside.
Thus humbled before the Savior's precious Throne,
we lose ourselves to find, that we are known.

The soul is stuck, unmovable in the ground,
so thirsty from the heat of self, I've found,
that a winsome Gardener must needs be found to bring
some water to heal the parch and make me sing.

O, Savior fair, to thee I thirst.
Restore my leaves and blooms to shine.
Please, make my day as at the first
when You set me in the Garden fine.

Plants need help and so do we.
For always help first comes from Thee.
Please, plant me where I'll be my best,
defending me through every test.

by Jay O'Toole
on May 24th, 2019