I'm Thirsty Lord
a song
A white tailed deer drinks from the creek
Lord I want to drink deep droughts of you
I'm thirsty Lord - for God alive
I wonder Lord will I ever arrive - to drink with you?
It seems all I do is cry for you
First in the morning - then at noon
Then at night before I sleep - my cry becomes more than a weep
I'm thirsty Lord - for God alive - I'm thirsty Lord
Listen Yawhweh - please pay attention
Do you understand my groans and my cries?
I know you are up there in the heavens
Send your spirit - send God alive!
A white tailed deer drinks from the creek
Lord I want to drink deep droughts of you
I'm thirsty Lord - for God alive
Nothing else will satisfy this longing Lord deep down inside
I'm so thirsty Lord
Lord when my soul is ailing within
I will remember your love now and then
From my mountain tops to valleys low
How your living waters never failed to flow
Come once again - restore my soul - I'm thirsty Lord
Give me your lantern Lord -give me your map
So I might find my way to your Holy Hill
To the place Lord of your presence
That I might meet with you and drink my fill
A white tailed deer drinks from the creek
Lord I want to drink deep droughts of you
I'm thirsty Lord - for God alive
I need a drink Lord to survive
Don't turn your ear Lord from my cry
I'm thirsty Lord - so thirsty Lord
Copyright 2001 All rights reserved
By: Amy Colleen Klapp (song)
Psalm 42
New International Version (NIV)
As the deer pants for streams of water,
so my soul pants for you, my God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
When can I go and meet with God?
My tears have been my food
day and night,
while people say to me all day long,
“Where is your God?”
These things I remember
as I pour out my soul:
how I used to go to the house of God
under the protection of the Mighty One
with shouts of joy and praise
among the festive throng.
Why, my soul, are you downcast?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.
My soul is downcast within me;
therefore I will remember you
from the land of the Jordan,
the heights of Hermon—from Mount Mizar.
Deep calls to deep
in the roar of your waterfalls;
all your waves and breakers
have swept over me.
By day the LORD directs his love,
at night his song is with me—
a prayer to the God of my life.
I say to God my Rock,
“Why have you forgotten me?
Why must I go about mourning,
oppressed by the enemy?”
My bones suffer mortal agony
as my foes taunt me,
saying to me all day long,
“Where is your God?”
Why, my soul, are you downcast?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.
