Poetry

---

In the power of the Spirit
From the desert comes the Son
For there’s a work that’s calling Him
A work yet to be done.

To fill the desert hunger
From stones turned into bread
Tempted not the Son of God -
Heaven’s manna kept Him fed.

Manna born of God’s own word,
Soul-food that fed the Son,
Empowered every step He took
Till the battle He had won.

Desert-scape may lay before you
Filled with footprints you have trod
But let yourself be only fed
With the nourishing words of God.

Words that will impart their strength
And guide you on your way
And guard you from becoming
The Tempter’s tasty prey.

With every doubt he whispers
Into your weary heart
Remember the Son that walked it
And the wisdom He did impart.

When in the power of the Spirit
You step into that barren land
There you will discover
That for which it all was planned.

A place not meant for emptiness
For you, or for the Son,
For He will there accompany you
Until the task is done.

Together you will walk that path
Richly feasting on Heaven’s word
And when the Tempter’s whisper comes
It’s Heaven’s voice that will be heard.

The stones they will not tempt you
To turn them into bread
For you have now discovered
What it means to be well fed.

Life’s wilderness comes to each of us
Just like it came to God’s own Son
But its in the power of the Spirit
From which the desert victory’s won.





© 29 March 2005
DeAnna Brooks

---

PLEASE ENCOURAGE AUTHOR BELOW LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE