The sun is in my eyes so I can't see a thing,
its heat beats down wave by wave;
One burn after another with rays that sting,
the last shadow left, a grave;
In delirium I sipped sand as if a spring ,
more thirst was all that it gave;
How much more the wishful sound of water does ring,
sliding down the dunes I pave;
A slick path I can't climb, but at last He does bring,
a way through this, He does save;
I've come to shade in the desert under His wing,
His waters my quenching fave’;
Traversing the scorching trails, to Him I can sing;
by Jesus I can be brave.
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