Our Season of Sufficiency
I will praise You in the desert
In the dry season
The sun scorching the earth
No relief in sight
The world collapses under the weight
Of failed expectations
Put not your faith in man nor women
They will let you down every time
Like sand running through your fingers
You cannot get back what has been crushed in your soul
You are all I have left
You are all I need
Water to my thirst
Succor in my time of dryness