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We are thirsty.

Not thirsty for fame, possessions, passion, or romance.
(Well, maybe.)

We've drunk from those pools. They are salt water
in the desert. They don't quench.

We thirst for righteousness.
We're thirsty for a clean conscience.
We crave a clean slate.
We yearn for a fresh start.
We pray for a hand that will enter the dark cavern of our world,
and do for us the one thing we can't do for ourselves:
make us right again.