With thanksgiving on my lips my God and king will I exalt
I sing and rejoice on my journey to the temple of Yahweh
To lift praises with the multitude to the Alpha and Omega
How the deer pants for streams of water in a dry domain
So my soul pants for God, who grants cool water to drink
How my tears have been my food all my days and nights
Oh where is your God? My enemies never cease taunting
Unafraid, I poured out my soul to my Savior, my Adonai
Thirsting for his love like streams in the desert of Negev
Soul, why so downcast deep within me, why such ennui
Only Yahweh can deliver you from iniquity's temptation
For I shall yet praise my God among the festive throng
*A paraphrase of Psalm 42
Categories:
yahwe, god, religious, thanksgiving,
Form: Acrostic