Like the deer that yearns
for running streams,
so my soul is yearning
for running streams,
so my soul is yearning
for you, my God.
My soul is thirsting for God,
the God of my life;
when can I enter and see
the face of God?
My tears have become my bread,
by night, by day,
as I hear it said all the day long:
"Where is your God"
These things I will remember
as I pour out my soul:
how I would lead the rejoicing crowd
into the house of God,
amid cries of gladness and thanksgiving,
the throng wild with joy.
Why are you cast down, my soul,
why groan within me?
Hope in God; I will praise him still,
my savior and my God.
My soul is cast down within me
as I think of you,
from the country of Jordan and Mount Hermon,
from the Hill of Mizar
Deep is calling on deep,
in the roar of waters;
your torrents and all your waves
swept over me.
By day the Lord will send
his loving kindness;
by night I will sing to him,
praise the God of my life.
I will say to God, my rock:
"Why have you forgotten me?
Why do I go mourning,
oppressed by the foe?"
With cries that pierce my to the heart,
my enemies revile me,
My soul is thirsting for God,
the God of my life;
when can I enter and see
the face of God?
My tears have become my bread,
by night, by day,
as I hear it said all the day long:
"Where is your God"
These things I will remember
as I pour out my soul:
how I would lead the rejoicing crowd
into the house of God,
amid cries of gladness and thanksgiving,
the throng wild with joy.
Why are you cast down, my soul,
why groan within me?
Hope in God; I will praise him still,
my savior and my God.
My soul is cast down within me
as I think of you,
from the country of Jordan and Mount Hermon,
from the Hill of Mizar
Deep is calling on deep,
in the roar of waters;
your torrents and all your waves
swept over me.
By day the Lord will send
his loving kindness;
by night I will sing to him,
praise the God of my life.
I will say to God, my rock:
"Why have you forgotten me?
Why do I go mourning,
oppressed by the foe?"
With cries that pierce my to the heart,
my enemies revile me,
saying to me all the day long:
"Where is your God?"
Why are you cast down, my soul,
why groan within me?
Hope in God; I will praise him still,
my savior and my God.
When will I come the the end of my pilgrimage and see the face of God? Seeing the face of God, that is the end of a pilgrimage, but how are we to seek the face of God? Really in the everyday. I ask myself why sometimes, why do I need to go on a long pilgrimage like this? I have the tabernacle at "home", I have Jesus in the Eucharist, what else could I need? He is our nourishment for this earthly life, this earthly pilgrimage to the true homeland.
Regardless if I am in a foreign land or here at "home", I am still and always journeying to my true home. I am homesick no matter where I am. What else do I need? How will I seek God's face? For a little while I will be seeking God while in many countries, visiting my good friends, the saints, and relying on God's Providence in a more radical way so that I may see Him more clearly. Though this time, this walk, this journey may come to an end in October(ish), this walk is only a small part of the pilgrimage, and the pilgrimage only a short time on this side of eternity.
Regardless if I am in a foreign land or here at "home", I am still and always journeying to my true home. I am homesick no matter where I am. What else do I need? How will I seek God's face? For a little while I will be seeking God while in many countries, visiting my good friends, the saints, and relying on God's Providence in a more radical way so that I may see Him more clearly. Though this time, this walk, this journey may come to an end in October(ish), this walk is only a small part of the pilgrimage, and the pilgrimage only a short time on this side of eternity.
so i go
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