The Deer

1.24.09

Dry, parched, exhausted
RUN
the hunters are everywhere
FLY! JUMP! RUN!
Fighting through the brambles
That catch and tear
OUCH!
Vines and weeds
Grab and hold
Cutting and tripping
RUN!
FLY!
JUMP!
RUN!
Aching
Bleeding
Bruised
Wounded
Alone
throat raw and dry
Parched lips that crack and bleed
Exhausted
Alone
In the cleft of the rock
Alone
In the shade of the trees
WATER!!!
Cool, flowing smooth and swift,
Drink deep, drink your fill
Quench your thirst.
As the deer pants for water
So my soul thirsts
How long shall I wait?
Crying night and day....
They laugh, they mock
And I cry out in agony
I sing Your praise
But my soul sighs within me.
God is my hope and refuge
At night His song is sung
The waves and waterfalls
Send the song along.
His lovingkindness all the day
My Rock, when I mourn
Yet, I will praise Him
When my soul is disquieted and forlorn.