Christ the King by Malcolm Guite

Our King is calling from the hungry furrows Whilst we are cruising through the aisles of plenty, Our hoardings screen us from the man of sorrows, Our soundtracks drown his murmur:’I am thirsty’. He stands in line to sign in as a stranger And seek a welcome from the world he made. We see him…

Reservoir of Living Water by Ros Murphy

Holy God open our inward eyes, that we may become aware of the great reservoir of spiritual love available for all humanity. Encourage us to draw near, to drink deeply, satisfying that deep thirst which exists, often unnoticed, unidentified, ignored, deep within us all. We do not need to ask, ‘Give us the living water’,…