Monday, 16 February 2009

God, my God, I cry to thee early

O God, my God, to thee do I watch at break of day.
For thee my soul hath thirsted; for thee my flesh, O how many ways!

My soul thirsts for you.
My body longs for you as in a dry, parched land where there is no water.

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