a poem by: carole haines,

put to music by: Bruce N. Haines

Lying in the desert, sheltered in the heat

Waiting for the Breath of God to breathe life into me

Treasures of the darkness, Hidden from the light

Teaching me to walk by faith forsaking human sight

At the surface I seem dormant, to some I might seem dead

But God is doing hidden things within my life instead

Desert blooms, so rarely seen, so precious to behold

Desert blooms will soon come forth as has been foretold

Here I am so thirsty Lord, Here I wait so worn

I’m weary of this desert sand and I await Your storm

I yearn for Living Water, to satisfy my drink

And I await Your Breakthrough, Lord…standing on the brink

As the rain and snow come down watering the earth

God’s Words reach into this sand, causing sudden birth

Hidden from the naked eye, carefully I’m molded

Held within my Master’s Hand, precious and enfolded

At the surface I seem lifeless, like a leafless tree

But God is doing Hidden things deep inside of me

Desert blooms are colorful and more precious for the wait

My life is hidden in Jesus Christ, and He will not forsake

I’m weary of this desert sand and I await Your storm

I yearn for Living Water, to satisfy my drink

And I await Your Breakthrough, Lord…standing on the brink

Jesus, only You can bring relief, You are my strong right hand

Lift my head and make me flourish in these desert sands

Shallow once, my roots spread out into a fertile soil

But now my roots are searching deep,

for Your wine and Healing oil

For Your Wine and Healing Oil

Dedicated to Asha and the Beautiful People of India