The Sands Of The Desert

The sands of the desert are crying for rain
Let their voices not vanish in vain.
Scorched by the sun
Driven by wind
Cast against rocks and
Cold in darkness of night.
Under lonely skies
Scattered abroad far away
So as if not to be gathered again
Yet the sands of the desert are crying for rain
To be gathered together
And established as one
Let the desert be flooded with blossoms, oh Lord.
Let the sands turn to soil and bring fruit.