As the deer pants for streams of water,
so my soul pants for you, O God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
When can I go and meet with God?
Why are you downcast, O my soul?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.
Come and make my heart your home.
Come and be everything I am and all I know.
Search me through and through
'til my heart becomes a home for you...
...nice day at the beach. Time to relax, read, listen to music, journal, pray? GOOD. Sunburns? BAD... very bad :(
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