My heart has ached and I've wept for days trudging through this desert place
Praying the sun would set quickly on another day
No relief, no water to quench my thirsty soul in this dusty, bone-dry heart
Just my own tears, feeling alone with thoughts and dreams that may never be
Betrayal and anger creep up into my throat as I try to cry out for mercy
Reminded of how assumptions made way for an unexpected captivity
No longer free to run and stand on my own two feet
But, instead bound by the slavery of this hell I'm in
In the darkness of this private cell I try to focus on a miniscule sliver of light
It whispers to me in the midst of near sanity,"You're going to be ok."
My head is flooded with doubt, but my heart and soul want to believe
Oh God, help my unbelief.
I want to bottle up that mustard seed of hope, but I know it must be planted
In order to grow and thrive
Could it really be true? Will I really be alright?
Wavering....wobbling....scared....no, absolutely frightened.
Then I remember.....
Even my Lord was tempted in his desert place
Trapped by those who made assumptions
Crucified by those who thought they knew better
I can try to grasp the hem of His garment
I can attempt to find the Source once again
in this cold, battered and scarred heart
He breathed life, He parted the sea, He danced in the fire,
He was in the room
If I look for Him, I can find Him and drink from the Fountain
Look.....cry out.....He's still there
And then don't let go of the One
Who brings gushing water to heal and mend the brokenhearted
And sets the captives free
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