Fresh To Death

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As The Deer

As the deer panteth for the water
    So my soul longeth after you
You alone are my heart’s desire
    And I long to worship you

You alone are my strength, my shield
    To you alone may my spirit yield
You alone are my heart’s desire
    And I long to worship you

You’re my friend and you are my brother
    Even though you are a king
And I love you more than any other
    So much more than anything