| The desert is a barren land
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| A wilderness of rock and sand
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| It cries aloud for the fall of the rain
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| And ever sifting sea of dust
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| That knows no mercy, shows no trust
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| A sunbaked waste for a scorpion’s domain
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| The dunes they rise, the dunes they fall
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| Marching forth to conquer all
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| That have no mind to move out of their way
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| The man who turns heart away
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| From Jesus Christ the King
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| Is as a desert
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| His sand is made of faith in earthly things
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| His hopes become mirages
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| And his heart grows cold and cruel
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| And when a man enthrones himself as King
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| Then His master is a fool
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| The desert can move into a garden filled with fruits
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| The King of Peace can fall in a holy storm
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| His sand can turn to clay for the potter’s hands to shape
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| Yes the deserts of the heart can be transformed
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| If you open your heart to the Lord
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| The desert can move into a garden filled with fruits
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| The King of Peace can call in a holy storm
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| His sand can turn to clay for the potter’s hands to shape
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| Yes the deserts of the heart can be transformed
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| If you open open your heart to the Lord
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| Open your heart to the Lord |