I long for You, O Steadfast Love,
like the morning glory longs for dawn;
and yet if You turned Your gaze my way
how could I stand in Your sight?
I long for You, O Foolish Hope,
like the desert longs for the rain;
and yet if You flooded over me
how could I keep my footing?
I long for You, O Whispered Word,
like a parched tongue longs for a fountain;
and yet if You poured out in holy speech
how could I have courage to hear?