In the Wilderness

 

The wilderness is wearisome, the wilderness is wild

Choices and the landscape there are stark

Delivered from distraction, and all that has beguiled

We hear the voice of verity there present in the  dark

In the wilderness we apprehend the truth of what we need

And we come to reckon what at last is required

For wandering in the wilderness we don’t know where it leads

But it clarifies our dreams and our desires

You call us to the wilderness and sanctify that place

Where all our plans and schemes are stripped away

There we have nothing but the thorns and your sufficient grace

For in the wilderness your providence becomes the way

We come to realize what you save us from and save us to

And we find that in the nothingness all we really need is you

In the wilderness  there are no trails that we can navigate

Unless we discern to look above and set our eye

Where morningstar  and rising sun our directions indicate

And we shall see the unseen way  the wilderness supplies

In the wilderness we’re tested in the wilderness we’re tried

To a place of judgment and  humiliation  we’re called

A place refuge from the world  where we can escape to hide 

And the shelter that  we so desire is revealed  once and for all

You call us to the wilderness and sanctify that place

Where all our plans and schemes are stripped away

There we have nothing but the thorns and your sufficient grace

For in the wilderness your providence becomes the way

We come to realize what you save us from and save us to

And we find that in the nothingness all we really need is you

November 28, 2024

Thanksgiving Day

Anthony Foster