Running, panting, I would sprint to the alfalfa field
on windy summer days
just to feel the blistering heat blowing across my cheeks
like an oven cracked open.
Maybe I will live in the desert.
In the sandy dunes and hot wind I will find myself
and explore my thoughts and revive my faith.
With sand in my shoes and cracks on my hands
I will walk in Christ's footsteps and drink from an oasis.
I will wander into the desert, murmuring,
"It is late, it is late, it is so very late..."
And then I will wait in the cold for the next day
when I will find relief in the hot air rolling over the dunes.
And then I will sweat.
It's a curious affect, to love hot air
O' wind blow
Find me an oasis, carry me to the water.
My mouth is so, so dry.
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 1:27 AM UTC
Running, panting, I would sprint to the alfalfa field
on windy summer days
just to feel the blistering heat blowing across my cheeks
like an oven cracked open.
Maybe I will live in the desert.
In the sandy dunes and hot wind I will find myself
and explore my thoughts and revive my faith.
With sand in my shoes and cracks on my hands
I will walk in Christ's footsteps and drink from an oasis.
I will wander into the desert, murmuring,
"It is late, it is late, it is so very late..."
And then I will wait in the cold for the next day
when I will find relief in the hot air rolling over the dunes.
And then I will sweat.
It's a curious affect, to love hot air
O' wind blow
Find me an oasis, carry me to the water.
My mouth is so, so dry.
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