As The Unsure Deer

As the dear seeketh out a shelter

   So my soul seems to find something to fear

You alone set my spirit on fire

   And I long to cling to thee

I alone choose to bend my knee

   I alone make the choice to see

I alone choose to fan the fire

  And I long to die to me.

+ Psalm 42:1
As a deer pants for flowing streams,
so pants my soul for you, O God.