Verses 1 - 2: As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God? What do you picture? A nice deer skipping up to a clear bubbling flowing spring and gently lapping up the refreshing water? Me I see a dehydrated creature, emancipated dragging itself across a desert desperately in search of a muddy wetness desperate for water, clinging to life and nothing seeming to quench the thirst, nothing. For me this speaks of a yearning beyond reason, beyond logic and soul centred must, beyond existence of self!