Like rider lone on horseback in desert,
While vultures scream encircling overhead;
To sun and wind and dusty storms inert,
In quest of hope-filled plains, I ride half-dead!
My horse is weary and I am tired;
The mirage of an ‘oasis’ I see;
The air I breathe is hotter expired;
I need water and food and rest surely.
And suddenly, I see a stream aflow!
But it is full of crocodiles afloat!
From one danger to another, I go;
To cross the stream, God must give me His boat.
The God who cared for me until today,
Will surely guide me rest of my long way.
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