Psalm 63

In a dry and weary land,

Where there are no running streams,

We have dug one thousand wells

And parched our tongues with broken dreams.


You, oh Lord, have said, “Return

To me, the spring that quenches thirst.

Stop, remember I have called

You to me, who loved you first.


“You have wandered far from me.

Yet I am ever close behind.

Leave the empty cracked cisterns,

For at my table rest you’ll find.”


Lord, remind us of your love.

Find us in our suffering.

Grieving hearts call on you Lord,

With brokenness as offering.


“Because you are my help,

I sing in the shadow of your wings.

My soul clings to you;

your right hand upholds me.”

– Psalm 63:7-8