So far already come.
Yet so, so far to go.
I'm weary, Lord.
Weary of this sand,
I want to see the green.
You promised as you led me here
The desert dunes would live.
You weren't taking me away
From my comfort, easy home
If you didn't have Your plans
To make the valley sing.
I know this is a process,
Fountains take their time.
So I will sit and stay still
As you hold me until then.
1 comment:
this reminds me of Hinds Feet on High Places.
*hug* God will always be there for you, Hannah, and so will I. I love you.
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