Like dehydrated children
we thirst for You, Life-Giving God.
When can we drink our fill of Your Spirit?
All we can taste is the salt of our tears.
People keep jeering “Where is God?”
while the marrow of our lives runs out.
We used to love gathering to worship You;
full of Your Spirit, we loved singing hymns.
“What’s the problem?” we ask each other:
“Why these doldrums?”
We need to zero in on You, God,
voicing Your praise again, Liberator.
Morose, withdrawn, we recall Your Splendour
from lush valley to mountain peaks.
Our churning emotions reverberate
with waterfalls and ocean waves.
All day You pour forth Love, Lifespring Fountain;
at night we dream up prayer poems
to You, our Deep Thirst Quencher.
Spirit of God, Eternal Mountain Spring:
“Why do we feel You don’t care anymore?
Why are we always weeping,
weighed down by life-sappers
who keep taunting ‘Where is God now?’”
“What’s the problem?” we ask each other:
“Why these doldrums?”
We need to zero in on You, God,
voicing Your praise again, Liberator.
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