Everybody has dry times.

Dry Times

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When you're walking in the Desert and the Sun is beating down,

Though there isn't any water, it's as though you're going to drown.

Loads of people all around you, their voices drowning yours,

Constantly taking from you, pretending to champion your cause.

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When there's miles and miles of sand, and there seems to be no end,

And no-one understands, not even your best friend.

You pray, but God doesn't hear you, well that's the way it seems,

And you don't want to read the Bible specially in your dreams.

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Church folk say "how are you", and you smile and say "ok",

When all you want to do is simply run away.

But there's no where you can run, 'cos you know God will be there.

But you cannot feel His presence, it really isn't fair.

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It seems your joy has disappeared and you haven't any hope.

If this Desert doesn't end, you feel you'll never cope.

Suddenly a rocky place with faces stretching tall.

No grip for foot or finger, surely you will fall.

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And in a tiny crevice with your back against the stone.

You cry out in despair, 'cos you feel bereft. Alone.

And as the tears fall down, you notice there, a cross,

The symbol of such shame, of suffering and loss.

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And an empty tomb which echoes your hearts cry,

As you confess to God you're sorry, and forgiveness your eyes dry.

A voice calls out behind you, softly whispering your name.

Suddenly you realise, that it's always been the same.

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He has always been there, guiding from behind,

Leading from in front, and all around you'll find.

Below you and above, longing for you to know,

That the desert place is only, so that you can grow.

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So if you're in that desert place, or where the stone stands tall.

Feeling that if you move a muscle surely you will fall.

Look no further than the cross, or the empty tomb,

And there you'll find it's brightness dispelling all your gloom.

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When you've reached that place, where forgiveness dries your eyes.

And you hear your name sweetly whispered it will come as no surprise.

He has always been there guiding you my friend

And He will never leave you, right up to the end.

Copyright Jack Brown ©1999

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