I wandered until I couldn’t wander anymore
My eyesight became a shadow even in the hot burning sun
I just knew I was done
The desert felt like a furnace
Desert Wind Storms kicked up violently
Tears poured down my face in anguish
Sweat was all over my body
My cries for help only echoed back
It was like hearing a recording being a song track
Yet my cries went unanswered
I felt alone
Suddenly a voice echoed out, “You can make it and take my hand”
Immediately the wanderer took the hand of a stranger
The wanderer looked into the eyes of the stranger, and discovered the face was recognizable
It was the face of the Heavenly Father
The Savior who controls
A man powerful and mighty who packs behold
The Desert Wanderer felt he wouldn’t survive
His life of assurance and conquest was written in the scribe
However the Lord said, “I am the Lord and you will strive”
The wanderer moved on
He also felt really strong
The Lord carried the Wanderer and he got along
It was Faith in where the wanderer needed to belong.