windswept; vast expanse
of true blue sky cut low
by sanded ocean and
mountains sinking below;

and I stand, looking
at my hand in His,
see His words drop
purposely from His lips to
water my dusty soul

We walk through
wilderness, down through
deserts and up through
folds, and we see drought
come and watch
shadow of death go

And through a land
footless of paths
and empty of homes
We walk
He and I, hand in hand