Psalm 42-43 (Pseudosonnet Triplet)
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As deer are thirsting for the living streams
. I thirst for you, my God, my living God.
When can I come and meet with you? It seems
. All day and night my tears my only food,
While all day long I’m taunted with the snide
. “Where IS your God?” and my mind strays,
To memories, throngs in joyous thankful stride
. Parading strong on celebration days.
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. Why so downcast, O my soul?
. Why disturbed inside this shell?
. Hope in God, for time will tell
. How I shall his praise extol,
. My Savior and my God!
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And yet my soul is downcast still, and then
. I call to mind provisions you had made
When I was at wit’s end, when chaos meant
. To swallow me, came crashing in my head.
“So why have you forgotten me, my God?”
. My bones feel crushed, my spirit so despairs
I scarce can breathe, and yet I look for good
. And sing at night to wipe away the cares.
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. Why so downcast, O my soul?
. Why disturbed inside this shell?
. Hope in God, for time will tell
. How I shall his praise extol,
. My Savior and my God!
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I call for vindication, God, and plead
. My case before your court, and hear your Word
Declaring me a righteous man, and freed
. From all their claims, my hope no more deferred.
And then I will go gladly to your house,
. And sacrifice with joyful heart, and sing,
And gladly pay thanksgiving’s sweetest vows
. On instruments of wind and wood and string.
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. Why so downcast, O my soul?
. Why disturbed inside this shell?
. Hope in God, for time will tell
. How I shall his praise extol,
. My Savior and my God!
