On the barren desert of mankind
On the caked desolation of dried clay
Bereft of water, flowers, as the winds wind
Along the crowded easy way
Ask for Jesse's root to sprout
Within your heart from inside out
A sign for the lost and the hopeless and grieved
Drawing from eternal water, the bane of thirst
A hope for all who have believed
A flower of courage from the son born first
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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