I can't have water
So
I can’t have thirst
But
I want to be filled until I burst
What’s
wrong with me
In
these things I want
Why
must I live in
This
dreadful haunt?
Pounding
on my window
Knocking
on my heart
These
things must stop before I can start
But
submission to God
Must
pass all tests
So
in hunger, thirst, strife
Will
I find Your Rest
Give
me peace, O Lord
By
these daily trials
And
haunts of today
Become
eternal smiles
Selah 
Daily Trials by Ronhales 1 Corinthians 2:3