In desert lands where weary hearts do roam,
The sands stretch wide, a barren, silent sea,
Yet there, beneath the vast and vaulted dome,
A whisper stirs of grace that sets us free.
From arid dust, a living stream ascends,
Its ceaseless tide through cracked earth gently weaves,
A river gleams where mortal hope depends,
Its currents sing through time’s unyielding eaves.
From throne on high, the King of Kings bestows,
A cascade bright with wonder, love, and peace,
Each droplet shines, a bloom that ever grows,
A waterfall of beauty without cease.
So in life’s waste, where shadows softly play,
His boundless flood turns night to endless day.
The sands stretch wide, a barren, silent sea,
Yet there, beneath the vast and vaulted dome,
A whisper stirs of grace that sets us free.
From arid dust, a living stream ascends,
Its ceaseless tide through cracked earth gently weaves,
A river gleams where mortal hope depends,
Its currents sing through time’s unyielding eaves.
From throne on high, the King of Kings bestows,
A cascade bright with wonder, love, and peace,
Each droplet shines, a bloom that ever grows,
A waterfall of beauty without cease.
So in life’s waste, where shadows softly play,
His boundless flood turns night to endless day.
Passionately Pursuing Christ 