Psalm 42

As the deer craves fresh water, so does my  soul, God, lick after you, my soul thirsts for God, for the Living God. When may I come and see God´s face? My heart changes when I think of it: as I go to the house of God

in festive company, with rejoicing  and thanks in a celebrating crowd. Send your light and your thruth to guide me; she should lead me to your holy mountain and to your home.