A quiet prayer in hollow rooms,
desperation for rain looms.
Filled with shrines for gods and men,
hopes of lonely hearts mend.
Has God abandoned this arid place,
or is it God we see in our reflected face?
~Josh Brade, “Mission of Desperation”
A quiet prayer in hollow rooms,
desperation for rain looms.
Filled with shrines for gods and men,
hopes of lonely hearts mend.
Has God abandoned this arid place,
or is it God we see in our reflected face?
~Josh Brade, “Mission of Desperation”
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