Kings searching for the one who the heavens declare…
Messiah, Yeshua, the perfect holy lamb…
Seeking til I find Him…
No woe will stop my search…
I’ll seek Him with my whole heart
I’ll find Him in this earth…
Through days and months of steep terrain
Cold nights and pouring rain…
Starlit nights to guide me there
I’ll seek until I find Him where…
Wells of living water quench my longing thirst
When I find the one, whose birth
Will save the world and set men free…
Driven by the Spirit in me…
I will seek Him and find Him, until life is what I see…
The face of Messiah sent from YHWH
My soul will not rest until I behold Him…
I will journey night and day…
Consumed every moment
I’m the seeker of the Lord…
Now, beholding Him, a small child
The search worth every moment, every mile…
Seeing Him face to face; He smiles.
I’ll follow Him with my whole heart…
The journey only begins…
~Marla Shaw O’Neill June 16, 2017
Psalm 42 Living Bible (TLB)
As the deer pants for water, so I long for you, O God. I thirst for God, the living God. Where can I find him to come and stand before him? Day and night I weep for his help, and all the while my enemies taunt me. “Where is this God of yours?” they scoff.
Take courage, my soul! Do you remember those times (but how could you ever forget them!) when you led a great procession to the Temple on festival days, singing with joy, praising the Lord? Why then be downcast? Why be discouraged and sad? Hope in God! I shall yet praise him again. Yes, I shall again praise him for his help.
Yet I am standing here depressed and gloomy, but I will meditate upon your kindness to this lovely land where the Jordan River flows and where Mount Hermon and Mount Mizar stand. All your waves and billows have gone over me, and floods of sorrow pour upon me like a thundering cataract.
Yet day by day the Lord also pours out his steadfast love upon me, and through the night I sing his songs and pray to God who gives me life.
“O God my Rock,” I cry, “why have you forsaken me? Why must I suffer these attacks from my enemies?” Their taunts pierce me like a fatal wound; again and again they scoff, “Where is that God of yours?” 11 But, O my soul, don’t be discouraged. Don’t be upset. Expect God to act! For I know that I shall again have plenty of reason to praise him for all that he will do. He is my help! He is my God!
