Desert Streams

I search for streams in the desert
but where will the water flow?
Running dry in the sands of time
with nowhere to go.

I search for the living water
and hunger for the living bread
but my mouth is filled with the
dust and taste of the flies that plague the dead

Will it ever rain I ask myself
Will the water ever come down
Will I stand in a stream
that will wash me clean
with a joy that nothing can drown.

Will it ever rain I ask myself
will the sweet wet drops ever fall
and will I get drenched with my hands outstretched
at the wonder of it all.