Like the deer that yearns for running streams
So my soul is thirsting for you, my God.
The long vigil keeps me from my dreams.
But here is grateful , tiring , praising laud.
The twilight light serene.
The bonfire in the church porch lit.
The sung Exultet sets the scene .
And now we hear holy writ.
With candle held in the dark .
The readings tell salvation’s story.
Of how one people made their mark.
And led us all to the great glory.
And thenwith the Gloria , candles put out.
The lights and song blaze out.
…….
We stand with candles
And hear the old psalms
This is our story.
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See Psalm 41