To The Desert

This constant sun
Burning through resistance
Enrobed in its fiery sphere
It cannot give way to weakness
Cannot allow for doubt
Why can purity and righteousness feel so cold
With white rays as chill as moonbeams
Steaming against the light

Turning, turning
Like a faulty astronaut lost in space
Like a flawed saint I am lost in this spiritual universe
Between heaven and hell
Between life and death
By chords of grace suspended

I cannot restrain the questions
Cannot contain all of the hurt
Is there a right or wrong in confusion?
A judgment on uncertainty?
Is the price of love so great
That it cost all we hold dear?
So that you can pick the lost treasures up again
And re-arrange their very nature
Into something I cannot recognize?

How much must we accept of this unknown plan?
All or nothing - we call it faith.

A voice cries in the desert
And it bids me come
Come to the sun and the silence
To the solitude and the fickle sands
Learn to thirst
Learn to hunger
Learn to be satisfied and filled only in You

Forsaking all I hope to gain
Considering it loss to be near You
As fully and closely and completely as You long to be with me
Trusting that You will restore these days
And renew what we have laid down

(this isn't finished)