Sowing seeds in the desert may seem insane
When the drought hits, some may say
“what’s the point of working the land”
In your seasons of dryness, don’t stay silent
These are the seasons to declare God’s promises
When your carpet is worn and your knees dented from labouring into what feels like deadness
Raise your voice, plant your prayers
God hears every word uttered in the name of Jesus
And there will be a crop, there will be a harvest
Turn from your disappointments and look to the gardener
He can make water flow from solid rock
Bring life to dry bones, bring joy where there’s none
His love brings abundance, even from emptiness
Holy Spirit come and bring light to the darkness
