Streams in The Desert

Isaiah 30:29

Sing a little song of trust,

O my heart!

Sing it just because you must,

As leaves start;

As flowers push their way through dust;

Sing, my heart, because you must.

Wait not for an eager throng—

Bird on bird;

It’s the solitary song

That is heard.

Every voice at dawn will start,

Be a nightingale, my heart!

Sing across the winter snow,

Pierce the cloud;

Sing when mists are drooping low—

Clear and loud;

But sing sweetest in the dark;

He who slumbers not will hark.

And when he hears you sing, he will bend down with a smile on his kind face. As he cheerfully listens, he will say, “Sing on, dear child. I hear you and I am coming to deliver you. I will carry that load for you. So just lean hard on me, and the road will get smoother by and by.”

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