A poem on Psalm 63.
O God, my God, I seek Thy Face.
My Soul is dry in this parched place.
As in a desert, void of rain,
I thirst for Thee through all my Pain.
Within Thy House, I’ve seen Thy Might, —
Thy Power strong, Thy Glory bright.
Thy Lovingkindness is life to me;
therefore, my lips shall worship Thee.
I’ll bless Thy Name with lifted hands,
my heart rejoicing where it stands.
As with a Feast, my Soul is filled, —
Thy Presence sweet, my spirit stilled.
Upon my bed, I think of Thee;
through night’s long watch, Thou art with me.
For under Thy Wings, safe I stay;
Thy right hand holds me night and day.
But those who seek my life shall fall, —
into the earth shall their corpses crawl.
The King shall praise, and Righteous sing,
while Liars meet their Reckoning.
O God, my God, my heart is clear;
Thy name I’ll glory every year.
My Thirst, now quenched, finds life anew;
forever, Lord, Thy love is true.
The Lutheran Column 