Summer Heat

July 6, 2014 § Leave a comment

The dry, blazing sun beating down upon my brow,
My skin crackling under the rays of this mid-July day,
In the summer heat my sweat it pours,
It pours like a Seattle rain,
And I work the grounds for hours on end,
For a little connection to grace,
‘Cause it understands the vulnerability of being weak and being worn,
It knows how to pick up a drunken heart and mold it into a new form,
In this summer heat my God, He speaks,
He teaches me knew things,
In this summer heat I work and toil,
And He whispers to my soul,
In this quiet, exhausting feat I endure,
He tells me He alone is my cure.

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