In the blistering
heat of the
noonday sun,
together with
her inner turmoil
from the baying
dogs, and a
pounding heart
of trembling fear,
the little panting
hind's longing
for a waterhole,
is compared with
the gaping need
in the heart of
a believer, yearning
for his God.
(Ref. Psalm 42: 1 of the Holy bible)
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