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Like the ground that bakes 'neath the blistering sun
My spirit is oh so dry.
I no longer renew with the day's work done.
I can do no more but cry.


Just like the ground so parched and so dry
My spirit caves in and I just can't think clearly.
I cry out in pain and ask, "dear God, oh why?"
I cling tight to the fact that I know Thou art with me!


Then just like the rain you send to heal the ground
You send your Word as a healing balm.
My ears awaken and I can hear Your sweet sound
Your refreshment surrounds me with the sweetest of calm.


My parched, aching spirit is now fertile ground
My thanks I will loudly proclaim!
Your mercy and blessings truly have no bounds.
I'm so glad in Your presence I came!

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