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Song Lyrics
As a doe longs for running streams, my soul is longing for thee
I have no food, but tears day and night, always they ask: "where is God, where is God?"
In the daytime Lord, let your love be near, in the night, let my lips sing your praises in prayer..
I will go up to the alter of my God, joyfully singing, rejoicing in song!
© 1982 Bob Rowe
Possible occasions for this song and specific keywords: morning, evening, longing for God
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