Mornings are bright
Evenings light till late
Sweat profuse
Discomfort ubiquitous
Headaches all around
Water is the key they say
Drink water, drink water, drink water
Water, water, water
Not wine or beer
Not wine or beer
But water, water, water
Rivers are dry
Sprinklers forbidden
Our garden parched
Desert of Sinai conditions
A punishment to be borne
Or an opportunity for growth
Growth in patience
But that’s odd
Nothing grows in dry conditions
But Jesus’ temptation was in dry conditions
The drought of a parched Sinai
It seems God needs to take us
Through a period of drought
Before we can see growth
©2009
James Hart
James Hart
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