A white-tailed deer drinks from the creek; I want to drink God, deep draughts of God.
Chaos calls to chaos, to the tune of whitewater rapids. Your breaking surf, your thundering breakers crash and crush me. Then God promises to love me all day, sing songs all through the night! My life is God’s prayer.
I don’t usually think of the Message being that poetic a translation. But I stumbled on Psalm 42 MSG just now and it made me pause. I wanted to share.