In the desert

“Don’t be afraid, for I am with you….”
Whispers floating to my cowering ears
To persuade me to cast away the fears
That gang up to jail-bar my attention.

Shiny shiny

Then foreseeing the weakness of the cross,
Bleeding, helpless, He would kneel.
Three years of wasted ministry prevented
By the brave act of trading this simple act
For the salvation of all the kingdoms of the Earth,