barren in the wasteland
of pride and self and lust,
seeking only shallow
my heart just filled with rust.
dry and dusty landscape
discovered through my strain,
longing – sees me thirsty
as hope begins to drain.
stunning grace a fresh spring
of love and peace and joy,
dwelling in the deeper
my heart's healing, I enjoy.
green pasture a connection
to the living loving Lord,
flourishing in God's care
true hope is my reward.
the deep well of salvation
is there for me to claim,
roots thriving in God's favour
nourished - by His broken frame.
Note: "His broken frame" - refers to the broken body (frame) of Jesus lifted high upon the cross. It is through this act of grace that we are reconnected to the source of life - the life spring of refreshing water and hope.