Psalm 63

(crimson cure)

I long for you

In a dry and weary land

I search for you in the wilderness

You are my one desire

I’m longing for your touch

One taste of your goodness

Only makes me want more

I smell the fragrance of the rain

Fall like a sweet perfume

I feel the wind begin to blow

Breathe on the dry bones

I long for you

in a dry and weary land

I thirst for you

In the wilderness

Passion deep within me

Burns like a flame

My heart and flesh cry out to feel

Your touch again

I smell the fragrance of the rain

Fall like a sweet perfume

I feel the wind begin to blow

Breathe on the dry bones

Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain

Sweet wind blow, sweet wind blow

Breathe on these dry bones

I smell the fragrance of the rain

Fall like a sweet perfume

I feel the wind begin to blow

Breathe on the dry bones

Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain

Sweet wind blow, sweet wind blow

Breathe on these dry bones