DRYNESS

[verseode]

               

           Spiritual dryness comes to rest   
           On anyone, the least, the best
           Clinging on to what we know
           Hoping for a warming glow
           Up and down, the coaster rides
           Looking for a place to hide
           Apathy is reigning wild
           Touches even this strong child.

           Help me Lord, to ride this storm
           Keep me with You, keep me warm
           Show me where You want me at
           On the field or in to bat
           Let me learn Your will for me
           Not to panic, idling free
           Waiting on Your gentle touch
           Trusting You so very much.