Soul Cry by Misty Edwards

As the deer pants for the water
My soul longs for You

As the body dies without water
My soul dies without You
They may say: Come on, get over it
Drink, be merry, for tomorrow we die
Thats why I’d rather sit in the house of mourning

Than at the table with fools.

Blessed are the hungry
You said it, I believe it

Hunger is an escort into the deeper things of You
You satisfy, You satisfy
My soul cries, my soul cries, my soul cries for You

Take me to the place where You satisfy
Take me to the river
I’ll do anything, God, there is no price

Take me to the river
They may say:
Come on, get over it everything is okay

They may say:
Why the hunger?
Why the thirsting?
Why the mourning?
But my soul cries, my soul cries
My soul cries, my soul cries, my soul cries for You
All my tears You hold in a bottle

You will pour them out like rain
Weeping endures for the night, for the night

But joy comes in the morning
Joy comes in the morning!
Blessed are the hungry, blessed are the thirsty
You said it, I believe it
Hunger is the escort into the deeper things of You
Deep is calling out to deep is calling out to deep
Yesterdays depth is feeling really shallow
I’ve gotta go deeper, deeper, deeper still
And all Your waves and all Your billows crash over me
Pulling me deep, deep, deeper
From glory to glory, from strength to strength
From depth to depth, I want to fellowship with You

You’re not so far away
It’s not too mysterious
You’re living on the inside of me
Your Spirit on the inside of me
Spring up, O wellSpring up, O well
Within me