The Desert

<p>The desert is a barren land<br/>A wilderness of rock and sand<br/>It cries aloud for the fall of the rain<br/>And ever sifting sea of dust<br/>That knows no mercy, shows no trust<br/>A sunbaked waste for a scorpion&#x27;s domain<br/><br/>The dunes they rise, the dunes they fall<br/>Marching forth to conquer all<br/>That have no mind to move out of their way<br/>The man who turns heart away<br/>From Jesus Christ the King<br/>Is as a desert<br/><br/>His sand is made of faith in earthly things<br/>His hopes become mirages<br/>And his heart grows cold and cruel<br/>And when a man enthrones himself as King<br/>Then His master is a fool<br/>The desert can move into a garden filled with fruits<br/>The King of Peace can fall in a holy storm<br/>His sand can turn to clay for the potter’s hands to shape<br/>Yes the deserts of the heart can be transformed<br/>If you open your heart to the Lord<br/><br/>The desert can move into a garden filled with fruits<br/>The King of Peace can call in a holy storm<br/>His sand can turn to clay for the potter&#x27;s hands to shape<br/>Yes the deserts of the heart can be transformed<br/>If you open open your heart to the Lord<br/>Open your heart to the Lord