I came to this desert this empty barren place
The sun upon my face,
Sand scratches between my naked toes
As I wander my thoughts wander, the journey grows.
I thirst, oh how I thirst, skin dry, cracks upon my lip.
How I beg for a little faith, just a little sip
There is nought but the sun and sand
Left alone with my thoughts alone in this arid land
Delirious I converse in my head
Me, myself and I, surely this is the watershed
Talking to myself, my inner me
Having travelled so far into this land I barely see
As I mutter, dragging my pitiful soul, a stumble I do fell
Surely this isn’t it, I didn’t come here to find hell?
Despair takes hold. Hope; is there none to be had?
I dared to tread this land, am I to be mad?
Sanity questioned, blue-sky breeze unfurls drought
Clouds clear, gone is the doubt
Rising from knees, shaking off the sand
A warm glow, I am taken by the hand
Guided by the hand, filled I am with joy
My Father leads me like a boy
Taken from this arid land that is my mind
I discovered God was always there; it was my faith hard to find.