“Her princes are like deer that find no pasture.”
I don’t have to think too hard to identify with those deer, Jesus.
I know what it’s like to hunt for pasture
and find none.
There are times that I feel a deep, gnawing hunger inside –
but no matter where I turn
or what I try
nothing makes my hunger go away.
There are times that I am desperate with thirst
my lips parched
my throat dry
but my thirst remains unquenched.
There are times that I long for a wide open field where I can
run and romp and play
and fall happily exhausted, into the sweet-smelling grass
but I remain hemmed in on every side
I turn to You
fullness to overflowing
living streams of water
and freedom to run farther
than I ever dreamed.