Heat on the
Sand the waterskin lay
Empty cast in the
Waste with nowhere left to
Turn
Under the
Brush a boy cried out in
Weakness his mother's
Grief fell trembling in the wind
Far from the
Tent and far from human
Promise still heaven
Heard the breaking of that child
You heard his
Voice beneath the desert's burning
Silence
You opened
Eyes to where the fountain
Shone
Where death was
Near Your mercy made a
Future You raised him
Up and called his life Your
Own
Banished from
Home yet not beyond Your
Notice lost in the
Waste but not beyond Your
Care
Angel of
Hope spoke through the tears and
Terror lift up the
Boy for I will make him great
What seemed the
End became the place of
Keeping the wellspring
Waited where despair had knelt
You heard his
Voice beneath the desert's burning
Silence
You opened
Eyes to where the fountain
Shone
Where death was
Near Your mercy made a
Future You raised him
Up and called his life Your
Own
Not every road
Leads through doors we hoped would
Open some paths are
Dry and harsh beneath the sun
Yet for the
Cast-out You remain the God of
Hearing the hidden
Spring still waits beneath Your hand
You heard his
Voice beneath the desert's burning
Silence
You opened
Eyes to where the fountain
Shone
For those re
Jected Your promise still is
Breathing You raised them
Up and gave them room to
Live
God of the
Wild and children left in
Sorrow hear every
Cry and be the well we need
