The Desert

the desert is so cold
the night so horribly dark
yet His spirit is ever reaching
in my pain my soul ripped apart


as I stare out toward the mountain
far so far away
in my weakness His strength
new dawn new day


the sands they are a shifting
my heart free from the bars
no more cruel bondage
rescued by His scars


the desert is so beautiful
the light overcomes the dark
His gracious love ever increasing
together forever never apart

Second Corinthians Twelve Ten

the waters are rising
as the rain falls on lightning creek
a young boy cries out
in misery a mother weeps


and where is God
how dare He turn away and watch from the land
but oh the mystery of His divine providence
as He holds the drowning boy in His hand


the family is devastated
and away from God they run
not knowing that He understands completely
for He too has lost a Son


and who will go and tell the family
of Jesus who was sent from above
and that God is not uncaring and distant
but compassionate and full of love


the waters are indeed rising
as the rain falls on lightning creek
but do not fear the floods of tribulation
for He is strong when we are weak