Dancing in the desert
Dry bones cracking and popping around
Grit, heat, and friction invade
As warped echoes of hollow sound scatter
Many are driven to the desert to seek You,
Cutting free the marionette strings of control.
Those who tell us who to be and what part to play
Are silenced. Only One Voice speaks where hot winds blow
Yet You are there in the exposure, refining.
Your Voice comforts the afflicted with resurrection.
As we die to ourselves in the desert,
Your Living Water reanimates dry bones with joy…
But not before death, not on our terms do we follow
In the desert we learn to trust You,
In a wilderness fraught with danger we lose ourselves
to find You
Our voices join the Voice of creation
Our hearts vibrato like cello strings in Your hands
Your Spirit penetrates our hard places and bring life
Like a Flood in the desert