The Joshua Tree

The desert dry, the bitter heat
Home sweet home to prickly pear
Lizards striped and scorpions mean
A climate only the strong can bear

King of them all, the Joshua Tree
A reminder of Who watches and cares
Waters the landscape with His tears
As lightening illuminates the sky

Heaven weeps at the arid soul
Who forgets her source of life
Whose faith and love have dried up
Shriveled in the midst of pain

A wasteland where sagebrush thrives
Even in sorrow flowers bloom
God looks down and blesses
When tears of compassion rain

About Linda Kruschke

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.
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