Many of the blog posts I’ve read this week have been about deserts...dryness...and parched souls...
The waters of the river will dry up,
and the riverbed will be parched and dry.
This song came to mind...
I am nothing on my own -
Just a bed of jagged stones
Created by a calloused bitter heart.
The rushing waters of Your grace,
Too boundless to contain
Smooth the roughness of my heart.
I am a riverbed,
Flow through me,
Let the waters of your Word,
Cleanse and set me free.
No stone unturned,
By the power of Your hand,
Lord, I am a riverbed,
In a dry and thirsty land.
The channel of Your love,
Runs as deep as it is wide,
To the ruined broken soul.
The richness of the water’s touch,
Fills the wounds and heals the scars,
The current mends my broken life.
I took care of you in the wilderness,
in that dry and thirsty land.
with Amy @ Signs, Miracles, and Wonders