A Desert Place

He made of it a thing of God,The desert place;The loved Master soughtThis quiet solitudeWhere he might knowHis heavenly Father,And receive from HimThe strength to carry on.And when the worldPressed in, with allIts claims of stern reality,The desert placeRevealed how utterlyUnreal they were;The evidence that Jesus saw,Calling itself material sense,Was wiped awayAs there he, all alone,Communed with God.Today it has been given us,Through understanding dear,The power to findA desert placeWhere we may gather nearOur Father-Mother God:It may not beThe desert placeWe each would find.If choice were ours,But truly we shall knowA place all filled with good,Where'er we are,If we but put God first.And prove again.Though agony mayPave the way.How sweet communionWith our Father is,And strengthening,To carry through the day.

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