“As the deer pants for water,
so my soul thirsts for You.”
But my thirst was misdirected,
and it tattered my habit.
I sullied my priestly garments,
with choices I thought harmless
All in the name of goodness
and oh goodness,
how did I become this?
Instead of trotting like a deer
I skulk like a wolf
I bay instead of bleat
Instead of leaves I’m craving meat
And I called the meat brother once
before I led him to the slaughter
I took and made a whore
of your holy, blameless daughter
I got so caught up wishing I was good
I ended up forgetting
what it felt like to know
I would always be Yours.
My name is “Remembered”
But I got obsessed with trying to be “Faithful”
And all my efforts turned me
Into a beast instead of royalty.
Oh Father mend my habit,
stitch up my robe
And carry me to pastures green
That I used to call my home