I'm going through a dry time, Lord;
I feel no joy inside.
It seems that You are far away
and not here by my side.
I know I have to trust you, Lord,
but sometimes I feel so weak.
I feel my prayers have floundered...
Lord, I need to hear You speak.
Love,
Your Child


My Child,
I'm right there by you
when the desert winds are dry;
though the sands of time seem endless,
My child, you need not cry....
Every prayer that you have whispered,
every tear that you have shed,
every heartache, every thought...
reaches Me before it's said.



I will calm the restless spirit,
quell the fears you have within,
send My grace like soft new dewdrops
to refresh you once again.
Like a fountain of clear water
I'm right here to help you grow...
be patient now,
My dear child,
your joy will overflow.

Love,
Jesus

~*~

Dorothea K. Barwick ©2002

Isaiah 44:3
For I will pour water upon him that is
thirsty, and floods upon the dry ground:
I will pour my spirit upon thy seed, and
my blessings upon thine offspring.