In the vast expanse of life’s desert,
Where trials scorch and doubts assail,
God’s grace flows like an oasis,
A balm for every weary soul.
When stumbling, we find His hand,
Guiding us through shifting sands,
Manna falls, sustenance divine,
Quail whispers, “I am yours, and you are Mine.”
The wilderness, our classroom stern,
Where faith is forged, and hearts discern,
God’s enduring compassion, steadfast and true,
Restores, renews, and makes all things new.
So let us pause, remember well,
Moments unexpected, miracles untold,
For in the barren, grace blooms wild,
And God’s love sustains us, reconciled.
