WHEN THE DESERT SPEAKS

When I find myself in the desert,
in a dry and weary place,
I wonder if I took a wrong turn,
if I failed to hear Your voice.

The noise around me is loud,
and sometimes I have to strain to hear You.
Yet even in the desert,
You whisper my name
and call me onto solid ground.

The desert is a place of deep despair,
where I cry out in desperation
for You to rescue me.
Yet the desert is not punishment—
it is reflection,
a place where You cause me to grow.

I long for the oasis,
for peace and serenity,
for tranquil calm and rest.
You lead me beside still waters
to restore my soul.

Even in the place of rest,
You prepare me for another battle.
I find comfort there
and long to stay forever,
yet You call me onward
for a greater purpose.

It is in the desert
that You build my strength
and my endurance.
Though the storms feel overwhelming,
Your presence never leaves me.

As the sandstorms rage,
I strain to hear Your voice—
and still, You call.

The desert is not a place of rest;
it is a place of battle,
sharpening me for Your call.
Though I long never to leave Your rest,
the battle continues.

You have called me to stand, to fight,
and it is only in desert places
that You equip me to stay.

So I trust You,
knowing even in the trials
You are with me.
Though I must fight,
I am never alone—
You are always near,
just a heartbeat away.

And when I grow weary,
You will once again
give me rest.