UNTIL THE DAY DAWNS

Heading to bed in the desert when the lack of sunshine makes me doubt. Wrecked within. All the stored water in my flesh is tested under my heavy pulsing heart. I feel thin, weak, wondering if the sun will truly make its way back again, though I’ve seen it again and again and again. I wonder why it continues to leave me. Leave me cold.
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This I recall to mind. I am actually the one moving on this rocky, sandy ground around a sun set, always the same. Waiting for truth to reach over those burning cliffs and remind me. This I call to mind and so I have hope. His love never stops, and His mercies never end, ever. New every morning. Hold on until the day Desert Clinger. (Lamentations 3)