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By: Grace McCready

If you’re thirsty for something (or someone) besides the Lord, this poem is for you. I know exactly how you feel, but please don’t give into despair. Let your thirst for imperfect things and people point you to your perfect Father. 

As a deer pants for flowing streams, 

So pants my soul for empty things. 

My soul thirsts for affirmation, 

For worldly affirmation. 

When shall it be mine? 

My soul thirsts for love, 

For a man’s broken love. 

When shall it be mine? 

My soul thirsts for attention, 

For shallow attention. 

When shall it be mine? 

My soul thirsts for companionship, 

For temporary companionship. 

When shall it be mine? 

My soul thirsts for meaning, 

For meaning in empty accomplishments. 

When shall it be mine? 

My soul thirsts for possessions, 

For worthless possessions. 

When shall they be mine? 







Help me long for You 

More than I long for these. 

Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God. (Psalm 42:11 ESV) 

This poem is based on Psalm 42:1-2 (ESV). 

Grace McCready is a recent college grad who studied business administration and communications.  She enjoys writing, spending time with her family, and hanging out with friends. Her passion is for young women to live transparently and thrive during their single years. She blogs about the Christian life at Tizzie’s Tidbits of Truth.


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