Psalms (my own version)

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.
When 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,


declaring
"It's the power in the person
of the Holy Ghost.
He is real;
I know He lives.
He's alive, cos' He's so real
In my life."


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.