Oh God, you are my God,
for you I long,
My soul thirsts for you,
my body pines for you,
like a dry weary land without water.
So I gaze on you in your sanctuary
To see your strength and your glory.
See what I found in the drought-weary Sandia mountains this morning.
While hiking I saw tiny blossoms in dusty little crags in the rocks,
Seeking the sun but being seared by it as well.
Giving hope to all who pass
on the dusty dry trails that
the coolness and quiet still nourishes life.
For your love is better than life,
My lips shall speak your praise,
So I will bless you all my life
In your name I will lift up my hands,
My soul shall be filled as with a banquet,
My mouth shall praise you with joy.
So I find in this dry land
the promise of future springs.
The hope of the monsoon rains
though some years only empty clouds pass on the desert winds.
Next week, the weatherman says we may have rain,
Even a few precious drops can keep
these fragile blooms alive another day.
On my bed I remember you,
On you I muse through the night,
For you have been my help.
In the shadow of your wings I rejoice,
My soul clings to you,
Your right hand holds me fast.
