When the parched tongue fails,
when the flesh is riven
the God of the Children will not forsake.
He will appear, in the cruelest place,
as rivers opened,
as saving springs—
as the fiery wilderness cooled to a pool.
When the heart is numbed
and the mind a stone
the God of the Son will not forsake.
He will be present. He will act.
In darkness the blaze!
In deadness the bloom!
As still can be told—O timeless news—
from desert and tomb.
