Psalm 42 - Thirsty

Put your hope in God
  for I will yet praise Him.
     My Saviour
        My God

Many in our 'material world'
Put hope in their gods —
   their possessions
   their bank balances
   their positions in society
   their connections.

They look at me and sneer
"Where is your god?"
I might not have many visible possessions,
My bank balance might be very low,
        even less than zero.
In the eyes of society, I might be a "Nobody",

But I know that
 the God of Heaven is my Abba —Father
 God is my Rock and Redeemer.

When things look bad,
I will yet praise Him.
When I am feeling sad
I will yet praise Him.

God is my Hope
A very present help in troubled times

I'm thirsty — I crave the Water of Life
I search for the eternal spring,
I find its source in Him.

They're thirsty —
       but their wells are dry.
They run to their resevoires,
       but cracked as they are,
The sustenance, on which they relied,
       has dried.
       They cried.

They madly dash about,
    hoping to find a river in the drought
But all that remains on the cracked river beds
are a few small smelly puddles,
Putrid pools with shiny oil rings on the scummy surface,
Making mocking mirages in the scorching sunlight.

I'm thirsty — I crave the Water for living.
My thirst is quenched at the eternal Spring
I find its source - pure and Life-giving,
in Him.

They're thirsty, blind and angry —
They scream, "Now, where is this God?"
We cannot see Him,
He must be nowhere.
Does God even exist?
They lie there dying and shake their fist.

God sends me - the one they despised.
With the Water of Life.
Bucket loads full - and overflowing
To revive and refresh their shriveled souls.
Are you thirsty?
Do you want to know:
The eternal Spring of Life
The nourishment of Life
The Way, The Truth and The Life.
You can find God within you,
As you thrive and grow.