Crossing the parched desert of my life Dry-shod and heavily burdened Suffering my soul’s sad heat I reluctantly follow those like me Journeying to seek renewal and newness All now heading toward the running water To the call of this strange desert prophet Who, it is told, can help wash away sin Who, it is told, can relieve and refresh.
And so I bear the heavy yolk of my burdens Hidden by my cloak of private darkness As I seek cleansing and forgiveness Plodding along this treacherous path Suffering with parched body and soul As I head to this strange man in the river Seeking he, to whom many look Who himself walked dry-shod Who cries out to show us a new path.
And now I kneel in this water revealing myself Asking the Lord of all to renew Unpacking my dark burden As this desert prophet cries out Asking for healing from the One Praying that He lift my yolk Under this water I die to all burden And arise to a new lightness and renewal.
Yet This prophet who heals now calls out Humbly reaching out for another Who also comes for new birth and life He humbles himself before this man Who Himself also kneels for refreshment Who emerges to Voice and Dove The desert prophet kneels to this Man And to the Spirit with whom He abides Calling Him the One who heals by the Spirit
And so now I, who they call Andrew, am compelled to follow this Man This New Truth …This New Way…This New Life