My Soul Waits for You

A thirsty deer, a dry desert, a soul that can only be filled by one thing.

As the deer pants for water
As the desert cries for rain
As the lost seek their way homeward
So my soul seeks You again

As the watchman waits for morning
As the hungry long for bread
As the broken need Your healing
So my soul needs to be fed

More than watchmen wait for morning
More than watchmen wait for morning
My soul waits for You, Lord
My soul waits for You

In this dry and weary wasteland
I stretch out my empty hands
I’m thirsty, Lord—come, let me drink
Fill this longing deep within

More than watchmen wait for morning
More than watchmen wait for morning
My soul waits for You, Lord
My soul waits for You

In the silence, I will seek You
In the waiting, I will trust
My soul waits for You, Lord
My soul waits for You

Lord, You alone can satisfy
Every longing and every cry
You’re my living water, bread of life
You make this desert bloom inside

More than watchmen wait for morning
More than watchmen wait for morning
My soul waits for You, Lord
My soul waits for You

My soul waits for You, Lord
My soul waits for You