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As a deer pants for flowing streams,
So does my soul pant for the Lord;
Longing for God as sun light beams,
Radiant glory is adored.
My soul thirsts for the living God,
When shall He come for to appear;
Addicted to honor and laud,
Paying homage as to revere.
Because my tears have been my food,
While many mock day and night;
In being arrogant and rude,
As their immoral ways delight.
“Where is your God?” constantly asked,
As these things I will remember;
Pouring out my soul being tasked,
For my Lord in all my labor.
I pour out my soul as I go,
Leading them in a procession;
To the house of God who I know,
Answers for my intercession.
Why does my soul appear downcast,
Why is it in such turmoil;
My hope in God has to outlast,
All tribulation and toil.
My soul is cast down within me,
I remember God from the land;
At the top of the hill I see,
That he has guided me by His hand.
Calls from the roaring waterfall,
All His waves have gone over me;
Knowing that God answers my call,
From the sin He has set me free.
The Lord commands His steadfast love,
At night, His song enters my ears;
A prayer flows to Him up above,
As He comforts me from my fears.
God is my rock and salvation,
I know He has not forgotten;
Made me as His new creation,
Not spoiled or become rotten.
But why do I go on mourning,
For the oppression of the foe;
Satan attacks without warning,
But assured that my God will know.
Copyright © 2020 Richard Newton Sherrer
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