- As longs the deer for running springs,
- So longs my soul for Christ, the Well:
- From him, the living waters flow
- Through wastes where withered spirits dwell.
- Through deserts parched by years of drought
- I wander, searching for the spring,
- Whose waters green the thirsting soul
- And make the speechless tongue to sing.
- Though doubters taunt and questions mock,
- My journey I will not forsake
- Until at last I find the One
- Whose love alone my thirst can slake.
- Then will I dwell forevermore
- Where crystal rivers run like fire
- From Christ whose presence fills my heart
- And satisfies my life’s desire.
Reflections on my Journey 