Wait for Rain

Desert life is harsh

Parched is your soul

Shake off the dust

Trek the old road home

You have what it takes

Blisters and pain

Hands held out dry

As you wait for rain

Redemption is calling

Calling you home

Wellspring of healing

So that you may come

Drink from the source

Free and redeemed

Refreshing taste of grace

Living water made clean