Shall Never Thirst

by Marlene Brubacher

Shall never thirst,
You said,
And at that Word
The fountain broke, and water gushed
Far richer than what Moses drank or dreamed,
And still, it pours.

Shall never thirst;
And from Immanuel’s veins the river rolls
In deepening currents through the wilderness;
That pilgrims yet, in solitary place,
Who stumble to the ample brink of grace
Shall never thirst.

Marlene Brubacher lives in the bush of northwestern ON; she loves Jesus, singing, Eastern Europe, white chocolate, the richness of friends, and the magic of words. 

Photography by Kenneth Godoy