The hot, dry summer,
Reminds me of days without Lord;
Of days filled with sin,
When my soul was feeling sore.
But now my soul rejoices,
It's been watered with His grace;
The Lord's helped find my way,
He helped me find my place
Even though the temps may soar,
And the land is parched and dry;
My Lord is always with me,
My soul is flying high.
When your soul is feeling dry,
And you thirst for inner peace;
Call on your Precious Lord,
He will furnish you release.
His love is never ending,
He wants to give you grace;
So, if you're hot and thirsty,
Let Him help you find your place.
©Sandra S. Oidtman - 2006