Just as a lost and thirsty deer longs for a cool
and running stream, I thirst for you, the living God,
anxious to know that you are near.
Both day and night I cry aloud; tears have
become my only food, while all around cruel
voices ask, { ‘Where is your God?’ {2}
Broken and hurt, I call to mind how in the past
I served the Lord, worshipped and walked with
happy crowds singing and shouting praise to God.
