Desert's Dry

Are you lost? It begs the question
As you sit there all alone
When you arrive where you're headed
How is it that you'll know?

Desert's dry, there's no rain a comin'
Not a river bed in sight
So I pray to God in Heaven
'Cause my throat and my soul have run dry

I'd take a drink of somethin' stronger
to forget a God who isn't near

Said, “Good things will surely find me”
I’m not sure Hope can find me here.

When's that rain finally comin'?
Where are those waters still?
When're we headed towards green pastures
O'er the Jordan, I'll wait until


But for now the desert's dry, there's no rain a comin'
Not a river bed in sight
So I pray to God in Heaven
'Cause my throat and my soul have run dry


© Seth Thomas Crissman, 2016