TRUDGE

[verseode]

                  

               The desert is a lonely place
               You trudge for day's and day's
               Keeping faith that your best friend
               Hasn't gone away
               Hoping that the path you walk
               Is leading to His will
               And what you were created for
               Is waiting for you still.

               For everybody's got a gift
               That only we can use
               To be disciples on this earth
               If only we'd cut loose
               To find that lush oasis
               The Spirit will provide
               And be that bubbling child of God
               That's difficult to hide.