Como el Ciervo Brama
Iglesia Avivando La Fé
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Like the Deer Brates
Like the stag bellows for the streams of water
So, o God, my soul thirsts for you
Why are you downcast, o my soul, and why are you disturbed within me?
Wait on God, wait on God
Why should I yet praise him?
My tears were my bread day and night
While they ask me: Where is your God?
Why are you downcast, o my soul, and why are you disturbed within me?
Wait on God, wait on God
Why should I yet praise him?
