THE DESERT PLACE

They said, "It is a desert place;
You will not find contentment here."
They said, "There is not any trace
Of joy, but only doubt and fear."

They turned and went upon their way;
The barren, lonely land my choice,
Wherein to watch, wherein to pray,
To listen humbly for God's voice.

A wilderness—but there was bread;
And though the fishes seemed so few,
The hungry multitudes were fed,
And eager hope sprang forth anew.

The desert blossoms as the rose,
And Love is close. Before too long
A glory in the stillness glows,
The wilderness enfolds a song.

Mary Baker Thompson

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