Water in the desert

by Francis Armstrong Amateur

Water in the desert

by Francis Armstrong | Amateur

SONG LYRICS

I’m searching for water in Negev,
Where the olive tree grows wild in scree and sand,
I pray to God to fill my parched souls hunger,
To feed me with the manna from his hand.

Can you lift me up to Mount Sinai?
Can you place my feet upon your solid rock?
Though my soul be parched and my lips be dry
You will not leave me suffer in vain.

As I walk this vale of sin’s dry sorrow,
Searching for redemption from my shame,
Pray I survive the wasteland for tomorrow,
At daybreak I will call the father’s name.

Can you lift me up to Mount Sinai?
Can you place my feet upon your solid rock?
Though my soul be parched and my lips be dry
You will not leave me suffer in vain.

Can you dip your little finger in the Jordan
Touch my tongue with nectar once again,
Take pity on the plight of this poor pilgrim,
Searching for Beer Sheba in the plain

Can you lift me up to Mount Sinai?
Can you place my feet upon your solid rock?
Though my soul be parched and my lips be dry
You will not leave me suffer in vain.

In the distance, I hear your thunder rumble,
And lightning strikes the dry rock with a flame,
Like Moses with his staff upon the mountain,
Fill an empty heart with your grace once again.

Can you lift me up to Mount Sinai?
Can you place my feet upon your solid rock?
Though my soul be parched and my lips be dry
You will not leave me suffer in vain.

DESCRIPTION
a christian pilgrim song. A prayer to God for help - no water, dry barren land.
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