As the deer pants for the water
So my soul pants for You.
My spirit thirsts for the Living Water.
For the Fountain of Life.
When will I throw off this life
And stand in Your Truth?
My drink is my own tears day and night.
And no one can see You in my life.
These thoughts won't leave, and my courage melts away.
I used to pray with the saints
I used to praise with the church
And celebrate Your triumph.
Why do I collapse?
And why am I shaken?
I fix myself on Jesus.
I will yet see His Face and be helped.