our condition... our HOPE

We are afraid of showing our true faces...;cause underneath our;counterfeit;countenance;there are scars and;underneath those scars are painful festering wounds that we have inflicted on ourselves and one another. We have ignored them for too long... we no longer feel the hurt... we no longer feel... anything...  we are a sad starved people with thin smiles stretched over aching broken hearts ...

this is our condition... we are a desperate people... we are a starving people ever searching to satisfy the bottomless pit that is our soul...


As a deer pants for flowing streams, so pants my soul for you, O God.;My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God? My tears have been my food day and night, while they say to me all the day long, "Where is your God?" These things I remember, as I pour out my soul: how I would go with the throng and lead them in procession to the house of God with glad shouts and songs of praise, a multitude keeping festival.  Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation  and my God. My soul is cast down within me; therefore I remember you from the land of Jordan and of Hermon, from Mount Mizar.  Deep calls to deep at the roar of your waterfalls; all your breakers and your waves have gone over me.  By day the LORD commands his steadfast love, and at night his song is with me, a prayer to the God of my life.  I say to God, my rock: "Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?"   As with a deadly wound in my bones, my adversaries taunt me, while they say to me all the day long, "Where is your God?"
Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God.