Where is God now?

I long for your presence, God,

like a thirsty deer seeking water.

I am thirsty for God,

for the flowing freshness of God.

How long until I see his face?

 

I can’t eat. I weep night and day.

All day they say, “Where is your God now?”

Once I strolled with the crowds to God’s house,

my voice raised in praise, shouting thanks

as we celebrated our pilgrim-feast!

I remember those days and weep.

 

Why are you so weighted down, my soul?

Why in such turmoil roiling within me?

God is coming! Have hope!

Surely I will give thanks again

when I see his face, which is salvation.

 

I am in deep depression

but I will remember you

even here at the river’s source,

even here in the high mountains.

 

Deep calls to deep

amid the crashing of your waterfalls.

Your breakers break me! Your waves engulf me!

But by day the God who exists loves me,

by night his song is with me,

a prayer to the living God.

 

I am determined to pray to God, my rock, my protection:

“Why do you forget me?

Why must I wander, dazed and mourning

while my enemies harass me?

My enemies corrupt my very bones

and still they taunt me, ‘Where is your God now?'”

 

Why are you so weighted down, my soul?

Why in such turmoil roiling within me?

God is coming! Have hope!

Surely I will give thanks again

when I see his face, which is salvation.

 

Psalm 42, The Good Story Version
You can also check out Jonah: A Comedy from the Good Story Version

Author: Matt Mikalatos

Matt Mikalatos is a writer not a fighter.

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