They do not cry out to me from their hearts
but wail on their beds.
They slash themselves, appealing to their gods
for grain and new wine,
but they turn away from me.
Lord, how you long for us to reach out to You–to cry out for Your company. Instead, we cry out only for the things You can give to us. Cause us to hunger and thirst for fellowship with You. May we never forget that You are the source of every good thing in life.