In The Land Of Fear

 Like the Tenere desert, in the land of fear..

Time may stand still, without hope or care.

Your eyes may be dim, for the heat is so great..

But there is life in the dryness, to sustain every weight.


Not even a compass, to guide you by sight..

The wind and your courage, must push you with might.

As you strive to divine, the hope at the end..

The voice of the Lord, will quickly descend.


Your focus must be sharp, to see up ahead..

As the depths of despair, may fill you with dread.

A fugitive of the world, but chosen by God..

There is purpose on the pathway, with faith as your board.




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