The well watered plains are just a mirage
a far better land do I see
With eyes of great faith, the dusty desert…
reveals a promise to be
Where He points, is always best
though my eye has trouble to see
It’s not what I am, that interests Him
just what He can see…in me
The dry desert, is His perfect canvas
from which he starts His great work
In digging the well, the beauty is found
the depth’s where the treasures do lurk
Waving fields of amber grain
and silos that over-flow
Come from digging, the depths of our pain
deep trenches…some never know
The labor that pulls the sweat from our brow
is beauty, our God desires
The savor that comes, at such a great cost
is purchased by sacrifice fires
So when I’m troubled, and my mouth is dry
and the sun beats down upon me
The fruit and the shade and the fountains so deep
are what God is seeing in me!
The well watered plain, that looked so inviting
so easy, so calm and so free
Was “actually” a robber, that secretly stole…
the very purpose that God had for me!
Now I lift up my eyes, and see this great desert,
the Lord has asked me to tread
And beg of Him please, for eyes of great faith…
To see it a garden instead!
David Kettler August 31st 2013
Poem Notes:
I wrote this early Saturday morning after having Genesis 13 as
our bible study last Wed.
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