Longing

I was thinking of one of my favourite hymns. It was inspired by one of the psalms.

As the deer panteth for the water
so my soul longeth after thee
You alone are my heart's desire
and I long to worship You

For You alone are my strength, my shield
To You alone, may my spirit yield

You alone are my heart's desire
and I long to worship You


I'm quoting Psalm 42 in the King James Version which I find really beautiful. The psalm is actually 'darker' than the hymn. But what I like about the psalms is that it's so real and passionate. These are real challenges that the psalmist is going through. And yet in all, He did not turn away from the Lord.

Sometimes, when all else fails, surely, the only refuge and hope and source of comfort is in the Lord. For without Him, what is life? All then, what awaits then, is death and darkness.


As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.

My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?

My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?

When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.

O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.

Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.

Yet the LORD will command his lovingkindness in the day time, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.

I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God

Have you ever came to a place, when you are aware that you thirst?

Not everyone is aware. It manifest itself as a sense of meaningless with life, a vacuum in the soul, a disquiet unknown disastisfaction. My friend, you are thirsting.... as I had.

My soul panteth. It longeth for the Lord. To drink after the living waters and be filled. And rested. And in peace.