The Desert - Glen Campbell

The desert is a barren land

A wilderness of rock and sand

It cries aloud for the fall of the rain

And ever sifting sea of dust

That knows no mercy, shows no trust

A sunbaked waste for a scorpion’s domain

The dunes they rise, the dunes they fall

Marching forth to conquer all

That have no mind to move out of their way

The man who turns heart away

From Jesus Christ the King

Is as a desert

His sand is made of faith in earthly things

His hopes become mirages

And his heart grows cold and cruel

And when a man enthrones himself as King

Then His master is a fool

The desert can move into a garden filled with fruits

The King of Peace can fall in a holy storm

His sand can turn to clay for the potter’s hands to shape

Yes the deserts of the heart can be transformed

If you open your heart to the Lord

The desert can move into a garden filled with fruits

The King of Peace can call in a holy storm

His sand can turn to clay for the potter’s hands to shape

Yes the deserts of the heart can be transformed

If you open open your heart to the Lord

Open your heart to the Lord