by Ida & Yvette Addo
- When I was yet a clot of blood in my mother’s womb You knew me and had ordained me, but do I know you?
- Seated in the pews of the church with my life spewing with doubts and fear
- In the heat of my days, I am in search of a well that will quench my thirst, my thirst. The pastor screams He is the living water
- The minister sings He is the chord strings to my life. Then I thought maybe God and I aren’t real homies yet. Because who do I say your are Lord
- I refuse to let my understanding of you be limited by fear and sanctimonious religious acts. Lord I need an encounter
- I go lengths and heights to climb my sycamore tree, but the burdens of life blur my vision to meet you. However I insist on an encounter
- If there is one thing I know from all the Sundays of being at church: that You are unfazed by sin. So today Lord, I need an encounter, I lift up my heart and open up my spirit
- Let me be born again in your love, by your spirit with your fight. That I too can experience you, that I too can see the glory in your being, that I too can say He is my shepherd, that I Am that I am. I have tasted of him and can testify to his goodness. Lord I need an encounter.
Written by Ida Addo; Performed by Yvette Addo
Credits:
Created with images by jeffjacobs1990 - "jesus christ god" • culturarte86 - "violence woman entrepreneurs pregnant woman" • Emphyrio - "chairs stacked church" • Smaragd - "fountain wasse clear" • Pexels - "band concert concert hall" • SpencerWing - "bible horn scripture" • katerinavulcova - "the squirrel redheaded animal" • JacksonDavid - "hands hand together" • esudroff - "newborn baby feet"