carry me (through the desert)

I once thought I had to go on,
Because He did.
That by knowing the end that's ahead,
Wind could be blown into my wings.

I once thought to remember past experiences.
That by holding to past faithfulness,
New life could be breathed into my soul.

The image of a cross, the birth for a death,
The reason for His choice.
Remembering a great love somehow lost,
Through layers of work, service ... and disappointment.
Only love drove Him on through the agony,
To the cross and out the grave.

Flat on my back, nowhere to go,
I remember and remember ....
How I would marvel at the love,
For only His love can carry me,
My burdens and pains.
Through the desert, to the end and into the gates.

sč
KL, 1998