Hungry (by Kathryn Scott)

Hungry I come to You for I know You satisfy
I am empty but l know Your love does not run dry
So I wait for You
So I wait for You
I'm falling on my knees
Offering all of me
Jesus You're all this heart is living for

Broken I run to You for Your arms are open wide
I am weary but I know Your touch restores my life
So I wait for You
So I wait for You


(the poster on the left was made by Natalie during the Megacities London outreach) 

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