DESERT FLOWER

Sweet flower of the desert

Thy roots go down deep

Seeking living water

So life you will keep

Thy soul knows the heat

Of the life that you run

But thy face looks upwards

To catch the smile of the Son

Wilt that you might

In the hot desert sand

But thou are nourished daily

In this parched land

For the Creator He sees

The hardship of His flower

And shadows her with His hand

Every sun scorched hour

No rose could ever bloom

Or lily gilded with sweet attire

Could thrive in the temperament

Of the desert heat as a fire

When He sees that she needs it

He sends the gentle shower

And revives the precious soul

Of His own desert flower

Colin Moffett