Psalm 42:1-11 by Suzanne Peterson
As the dear pants for water, so my soul craves YOU
The true living God, no one else will do.
I want to go see Him, face to face
I cry cause the cruel ones say I'm WAY off base.
So I make myself think of when we used to gather
to worship and praise Him, for that helps me.... rather,
then sulking and being depressed all the time
If I focus on Him, it makes my heart climb.
I just get so sad seeing all of the death
I have to hang on though and all of my breath
must be about God, confessing my hope
remember He's bigger than MY small scope.
I'm sorry I slip into feeling so bad.
Repeating my testiony helps when I'm sad.
When I get in Your presence, deep calls to deep.
Your waves of love wash me, I just want to leap!
Then all day You lovingly wink at me.
At night I start singing and get on my knee
but I ask Him why everything looks so bleak?
The hateful harass me and think I'm a freak.
They hate me, love violence and want to start wars
saying, "Where is this so-called God of yours?"
Oh why do I let myself be so depressed?
I have to remember that I am blessed!
I'll stick with You God, You alone I confess.
You've saved me and love me, to You I say YES.
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