“As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God? My tears have been my food day and night, while people say to me all day long, “Where is your God?” These things I remember as I pour out my soul: how I used to go to the house of God under the protection of the Mighty One with shouts of joy and praise among the festive throng. Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.” Psalm 42: 1-5 (NIV)

I remember how I
Used to
(because)
I was of
 Use to
(and)
Now I am no 
Use to
(and)
The sanctuary is defiled

(and so)

I weep and wait
(and)
Crawl into Your lap Papa
(and)
Trust You and yet wait in
 Sadness Hope and Praise