Soul thirsts for God in a post-popcorn way:
When can I go and quench this throat longing?
Tears are all I’ve been drinking night and day
Replacing past joy and festive thronging.
Why downcast O soul– put your hope in God
I’ll remember you from Mukut Parbat.
Deep calls to deep; waves have swept over me,
I hear the Lord’s love song continually.
I say to God, “Why am I oppressed?”
My bones suffer such mortal agony.
Put your hope in God; praise Him when distressed!
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