Living on a dusty street
dodging pain and searing heat,
running fast, getting nowhere;
searching for love – who knows where.
Blood staining the broken dirt,
bruised emotions filled with hurt,
straining hard – a futile fight,
ugly scars within my sight.
Searching for my hope's last shout,
green fields lost to harshest drought,
carcass of life before my eyes,
blue skies curse heard in my cries…
Then into the dark – comes light,
not in stunning glory bright
but helpless, wounded and frail
shedding blood to tear the veil.
Fresh rain to bless the earth,
grace blooms to give new birth,
living on my dusty street,
Christ came to my drought defeat.