Saturday, November 20, 2010


Born in a dry season
Wind and sand have blown through me
Haven't found shade anywhere
Only moments of relief
But sometimes I think I hear the thunder
Somewhere on the horizon line
If i could just find a way to get under
The rain that can reach this soul of mine

I pray for rain to come
And wash away what's made me numb
I pray for a ragging storm
To drown what's in me
And the rain comes in the nick of time
I swallow hard cause my throat's been dry
The rain comes beating on my skin
Till I'm washed away - nothing left within
When the rain comes


Rebekah said...

We all go through times of drought and I know that feeling of complete thirsting.

Father, I pray that you would pour over Rebekah, today, in an intoxicating, can't-get-dry kind of way...

Laurel said...

I'm agreeing with Rebekah. xo