I Coming Back From a Desert Place

I coming back from a desert place O dry it was and waterless The drought rose up and strangled me With cracking fist, and humorless The thing like a predator took hold Its claws sucking where its beak should be The leaves turned gold then brown and old The wind stirred dust and misery I coming back from a desert place My tongue parcht, stiff became And every word I used to wet my taste Became a scalding, gritty flame But I here am to tell from trickling love That arid winter premature in despair I have a God watching o'er from above And liquid are his promises everywhere