I am lost in a dry land
without direction,
with no destination,
No one to come to my rescue
So far and distant,
a glimpse of You is what I crave
I have gone astray and is hard to seek Your face
My soul is downcast from fighting in the flesh
As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for You

I desperately thirst for the living water,
Pure, like the river in heaven
that floods from the throne of God bringing life

Day and night,
I longed to see Your face,
I cry out loud for Your embrace
So, when can I go and meet with You again?
My soul thirsts for a glimpse of the living God.


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