: PSALM 42:2-6 : artsymominnc August 30, 2007, 06:03:21 AM As the deer longs for streams of water,
so my soul longs for you, O God. My being thirsts for God, the living God. When can I go and see the face of God? My tears have been my food day and night, as they ask daily, "Where is your God? Those times I recall as I pour out my soul, When I was in procession with the crowd, I went with them to the house of God, Amid loud cries of thanksgiving, with the multitude keeping festival. Why are you dowcast, my soul; why do you groan within me? Wait for God, whom I shall praise again, my savior and my God. |