A Way in the Wilderness

Everybody in this world is a wanderer

And everybody in this world is seeking a home

Everybody in this world knows real pain and suffering

And delusions are buffering the pain as they roam.

Everybody in this world knows losses and sorrow

Everybody in this world will pursue some lies

A test and a trust waits in every tomorrow

And the trouble we borrow adds to the disguise

But there is a way in this wilderness that’s heaven bound

And wandering in the wilderness is the best way to be found

For there’s a God who’s in pursuit of His chosen ones

In the trouble there is triumph for His daughters and His sons.

Everybody in this world is perpetually dying

There are many kinds of deaths  that a pilgrim can die

So precious to the Lord are the tears we are crying

But in dying to our selves there’s no reason to cry.

He finds us in a desert land, and in the howling waste 

In the wilderness he encircles and cares for us in that place 

As the apple of his eye we’re kept

And every tear that we have wept 

Is precious to the One who on us sheds His grace

We lose our life to find it, for He raises the dead

In the wilderness we’re not abandoned, never alone

For those starving for affection our hunger is fed

There is a way home, pilgrim, For Christ is now our home.

He finds us in a desert land, and in the howling waste 

In the wilderness he encircles and cares for us in that place 

As the apple of his eye we’re kept

And every tear that we have wept 

Is precious to the One who on us sheds His grace

Psalm 56:8 ; Psalm 116:15

July 4, 2021

Anthony Foster