Caryl Sumner
From Self-Titled

The dead seed of what’s left of your faith
Falls to the ground
The cracked earth of your soul receives it
Without a sound
Believe me, I’ve been there, I know what it’s like
To feel all you do is a good impersonation of life
But the rains
The rains are on their way

Call out, cry out
Lift up your hands in prayer
Whisper, holler
You know there’s someone there
Searching, asking
Is there a chance for you?
This is just the
Desert that he walked through

Do you feel
The measure of your life
Is in grains of sand?
Look again!
You’re grains of gunpowder
In your Father’s hand
Believe me, I’ve been there, I know how it feels
To have a thousand old wounds
You think can never be healed
But he could take
Take them all today


The faith you felt was dead
The life you said was sand
The rain you thought would never come
A seed springs into life
A weary soul ignites
The rain you’re waiting for has come!

© Caryl Archer