I Thirst

Two words from the cross. David wrote the thirst a thousand years before.

Psalm 22:15 · KJV

Every panel below is a frame from the finished film, in order. Scripture is in red. The video version is coming to YouTube.

Panel 1: The One who made every ocean gasped two words — The One who made every ocean gasped two words

Panel 2: I thirst. Psalm twenty-two — I thirst. Psalm twenty-two

Panel 3: David wrote it, but he was picturing someone else's death — David wrote it, but he was picturing someone else's death

Panel 4: Watch the body give out — Watch the body give out

Panel 5: My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; — DAVID - PSALM 22:15 "My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws;"

Panel 6: and thou hast brought me into the dust of death. — DAVID - PSALM 22:15 "and thou hast brought me into the dust of death."

Panel 7: Dried clay. A tongue stuck fast. A man sinking into the dust of death — Dried clay. A tongue stuck fast. A man sinking into the dust of death

Panel 8: I thirst. — JESUS - JOHN 19:28 "I thirst."

Panel 9: The psalm does not foretell that cry. It paints the thirst behind it — The psalm does not foretell that cry. It paints the thirst behind it

Panel 10: The One who offers living water hung there dry, in your place — The One who offers living water hung there dry, in your place

Panel 11: Bring Him your thirst, and drink — Bring Him your thirst, and drink

Panel 12: That water is Himself — That water is Himself

The narration

The One who made every ocean gasped two words on a cross: I thirst. Psalm twenty-two. David wrote it in the first person, but he was picturing someone else's death. Watch the body give out: "My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death." Dried clay; a tongue stuck fast; a man sinking into the dust of death. Then John records the dying Jesus' cry: "I thirst." Psalm twenty-two does not foretell that cry, it paints the thirst behind it, a thousand years before He felt it. The One who offers the world living water hung there dry, in your place. Bring Him your thirst, and drink. That water is Himself.