The Psalmist cried out to God in the wilderness of Judah. He was parched, with no water in sight. He felt faint. Therefore he said,
O God, you are my God, earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you, my body longs for you, in a dry and weary land where there is no water. I have seen you in the sanctuary and beheld your power and your glory. Because your love is better than life, my lips will glorify you. I will praise you as long as I live, and in your name I will lift up my hands. My soul will be satisfied as with the richest of foods; with singing lips my mouth will praise you. On my bed I remember you; I think of you through the watches of the night. Because you are my help, I sing in the shadow of your wings. My soul clings to you; your right hand upholds me (Psalm 63:1-8 NIV).
My soul clings to you, Lord. It follows hard after you, it cleaves to you so that only in you– in Christ– may I be truly fulfilled, truly in relationship with you. In my work, in my leisure, in my play, in my worship, may my thoughts, conversation, and actions honor God, Most High.
Glen Woods 