PS 42

Like rain, my soul pants,
For you, my God, and your Word 
Though you're here with me

My soul is downcast
Nothing seems to quench my thirst 
While I'm tethered here

Please loosen my snare
I know it was a blessing
There is too much noise 

Deep calling to deep 
Even here I worship you
I'll not turn away

Though it is painful
Even here I seek you LORD
At night I find you

You sweeten my dreams
I can feel your hand on them
Raising my spirits

By day, I'm in pain
With a word you can fix this
Please hasten that word 

Then by day and night
I may meditate on you
And find peaceful rest

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