 |
|
|
Her heart is a desert; a scorched, arid land
Where sorrow is cactus, and bitterness, sand.
She shelters the scorpions of loneliness there:
They flourish, while feeding on wasps of despair.
The desert and the parched land will be glad…
So tired of the wilderness, sand in her veins,
She yearns for refreshment--for soft, cleansing rains;
But rattlesnakes occupy each shadowed den,
Devouring her longings, again and again.
…The wilderness will rejoice and blossom…
Where once was a brook, now a dry riverbed
Winds through her sad spirit. No streamlet—instead,
A path baked by grief. But look! Now from the earth
Comes a stream of redemption, renewal, rebirth.
…Like the crocus, it will burst into bloom…
By Christ’s living water her heart is revived;
Now crocuses bloom where saguaro once thrived.
No longer a desert, her heart is a place
Of beauty and gladness—transformed by God’s grace.
…It will rejoice greatly, and shout for joy.
The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
Accept Jesus as Your Lord and Savior Right Now - CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.
|
|
|
