...wants

May I not leave my flocks unattended
May I disdain my hunger until harvest and not my crops
I draw strength from none other than Thee
My eyes will find a commodious place and there me and mine will dwell
You, my God, will stand before all others in my eyes
May my feet fall hesitantly on spiteful soil
And cautiously in the camp of the inimical
But may my strides have appetite on the paths you have led me
And in the lands you have promised me
Might I not grow hungry for empty wants
Or my eyes thirst for shining things that are but dead

Let me run after Thee and seek Thine heart for every day that I breathe