Tune: St Fulbert
('Ye choirs of new Jerusalem')
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Psalm 42 v.1
As the deer pants for water brooks
My soul has not forsook
You, Lord my God, but it anew
Does pant and desires you
Psalm 42 v.2
My soul thirsts for God ,when shall I
The living God espy?
When shall I before Him appear
And know His presence near?
Renew us here in arid land
Sustain us by your hand* (*Spirit)
Come quench our thirst where hot and tired
By you we fresh inspired
Is soul, spirit, as body state?
You shall help us not late
Bring refreshment to satiate
We trust your mercies great
Psalm 63 v.1
O God, you are my God, early
Will I seek you, now see
My soul thirsts, my flesh longs for you
To satisfy me true
Psalm 63 v.1
I thirst and long as in dry land
If be as desert sand
A land where there no water be
But you shall supply free
Supply life-giving water so
Your comfort we shall know
And go to share that Adam's ale* (*water)
Which resources ne'er fail
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Author:
orchidee (
Offline) - Published: August 11th, 2020 02:14
- Comment from author about the poem: A seasonal poem, while Summer may last! Verse 3: Blame me if it rains. I sort of asked for it here. It won't be arid then! Verse 4: Our soul and spirit can be thirsty, as well as our body. Verse 7: I'm on the booze - Adam's ale = water!
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Comments4
Very good write Orchi.
Andy
Thanks Gold. Keep the water separate from the..........?
A good use of words and texts here Orchi.
Thanks Fay.
a well crafted seasonal poem my friend.. and my thirst, second and third have all been dutifully quenched 🙂
Thanks Neville.
You on the Corona again Orchi?
Thanks M. Oops, yes!
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