O, many are the times we walk
upon the desert sands.
our disenchanted souls are parched—
in need of God's right hand.
And when we fall upon this path
our eyes see many things.
Deception plays a vital part
and lures us to false springs.
Temptation gambles with our hearts,
enticing us to drink
from pestilential wells of sin
which causes us to sink . . .
Submerging us within in a place
where darkness can be found—
a world that wants to capture us
and keep us ever bound.
So, if we ever come to be
upon these desert sands,
petition God, our mighty King
to come and take our hand.
The Lord will rescue us with love,
kindheartedness and grace,
and He'll provide refreshing springs
to quench the human race.
The Lord will give us nourishment
from food not of this place—
our measured cups will overflow
with righteousness and grace.
Each soul will be redeemed by God
each soul that calls to Him —
The Lord will leave no one behind
to drink in springs of sin.
"I am worn out calling for help; my throat is parched.
My eyes fail, looking for my God. . .
You, God, are my God, earnestly I seek you;
I thirst for you, my whole being longs for you,
in a dry and parched land where there is no water."
(Psalm 69:3, 63:1, NIV)
This poem was a finalist in the February 2023 poetry contest