Lord, there’s a thirst in me that can only be quenched by You; My soul yearns for You, like the deer pants for the water-brooks. Every minute I spend away from You is a minute too long for comfort; When will I find myself before You, my King? As I wait night after night and day after day, I’m compelled to feast on my tears shed from excessive longing.
My soul cries out from within me Every time I lack awareness of Your presence – Whenever I find myself asking where You are, Lord. Because I remember, in times past (that seem so long ago) How I used to go with the saints, and led them into Your presence With such joy, and with praise on my lips, keeping my date with You.
I was once a man (seems like so long ago) who didn’t have much,
But I knew how to love, and loved all I had.
One day I got something I grew to adore and prize
Above all else I had, and I desired not much more.
But not long after, I began to lose the little that I had.
After each loss, I would say to myself and to Him on my knees,
‘I’ve lost something quite dear, but I’m still grateful.’