The Prayer Seeker
overpowering need to be filled with God. But he wanted more of it and he couldn’t
remember the rest of the psalm.
He had to get to his bible. He couldn’t bear not reading it and he thought he might
die if he didn’t.
Somehow, Michael found the strength to push himself back on all fours again and
scrabble for the bible. New International Version, brown cover, well-thumbed. How he
remembered it now. Back then he tore through it until he found the psalm. When he did it
was like a cool drink of water on a boiling day or the first time he’d kissed a girl, and he
fell onto the floor again. He ran his finger over the page, wanting to touch the words he
was whispering. He couldn’t stop reading them:
As the deer pants for streams of water,
so my soul pants for you, O God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
Where can I go and meet with God?
My tears have been my food day and night,
while men say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”
These things I remember as I pour out my soul,
how I used to go with the multitude,
leading the procession to the house of God,
with shouts of joy and thanksgiving
amongst the festive throng.
Why are you downcast, O my soul?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God
for I will yet praise him,
my Saviour and my God.
My soul is downcast within me;
therefore I will remember you
from the land of the Jordan,
the heights of Hermon – from Mount Mizar.
Deep calls to deep
in the roar of your waterfalls;
all your waves and breakers
have swept over me.
By day the Lord directs his love,
at night his song is with me –
a prayer to the God of my life.
I say to God my Rock,
“Why have you forgotten me?
Why must I go about mourning,
oppressed by the enemy?”
My bones suffer mortal agony