During times when the only voice you hear is your own, echoing back to you, as one lost, empty and forgotten, let not you voice fall silent, for no one who prays is ever forsaken or abandoned; and in the silent wilderness of your heart, you will learn to recognize His Voice once again.
Psalm 42
Like the
deer that yearns
for running streams,
so my soul is yearning
for you, my God.
My soul
is thirsting for God,
the God of my life;
when can I enter and see
the face of God?
My tears
have become my bread,
by night, by day,
as I hear it said all the day long:
“Where
is your God?”
Why are
you cast down, my soul,
why groan within me?
Hope in God; I will praise him still,
my savior and my God.
By day
the Lord will send
his loving kindness;
by night I will sing to him,
praise the God of my life.
I will
say to God, my rock:
“Why
have you forgotten me?
Why do I go mourning
oppressed by the foe?”
With
cries that pierce me to the heart,
my enemies revile me,
saying to me all day long:
“Where
is your God?”
Why are
you cast down, my soul,
why groan within me?
Hope in God; I will praise him still,
my savior and my God.
Father
in heaven, when your strength takes possession of us we no longer say: Why are
you cast down, my soul? So now that the surging waves of your indignation have
passed over us, let us feel the healing calm of your forgiveness. Inspire us to
yearn for you always, like the deer for running streams, until you satisfy
every longing in heaven.
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