"As the deer longs for streams of water,
so my soul longs for you, O God.
My being thirsts for God, the living God.
When can I go and see the face of God?"
I yearn for You; this turmoil churns
My sinful heart and restless mind.
I yearn for You; this emptiness yearns
To reach for You and there to find.
You yearn for me; to calm all my fright
In Your everlasting embrace.
You yearn for me; to vanquish my night
And reveal Your most Holy Face.
We yearn to be one in ev'ry way:
Divine Heart and purified soul.
We yearn to see the Dawn of that Day:
You'll raise me up and make me whole.
I'll do my time -- a weakling so frail;
I know, one day, You will pierce this
(c) Paul Buis, 2000
1. Psalm 42:2-3 NAB