Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Early Thirst

(Psalm 63)
The quiet light begins to dawn.
My soul awakes, as it is drawn
By silent thirst, with op'ning eyes
To cast off night and from slumber rise.
A soul a-thirst, all consuming need
To open Thy word and upon it feed.
As a droughted land, dry and parched I lay
'Till thus I awoke at break of day.
I long, not for water for a thirsty tongue ,
Nor yet for heart-soothing songs to be sung;
No! 'Tis more needful than all for me
To wake, arise, and commune with Thee.
Oh, with my thirsty eyes to see
Thy power and glory revealed to me!
--To know your blest presence nearer yet
Than when in Thy house with Thee I met!
More than life my Lord, my all!
Thy lovingkindness doth upon me fall.
I shall proclaim how great Thou art
With joyful lips and hungry heart.
While life is in me, I'll praise Thy name
And bless Thee, evermore the same
With greatful heart my hands I'll raise
And offer up my inadequate praise.
I come, and know that Thou shalt fill
My hungry soul, this morn so still,
As with a feast of extravegant things
Fit to be set before the richest kings!
Thus satisfied at last, I raise
My sated heart and lips to praise
The greatness of Thyself, and then
Begin to hunger, and to feed again!

1 comment:

Rebecca said...

Psalm 63 is one of my favorites! I used to have it memorized, but I can see I need to refresh my memory. I love your poetic paraphrase!