The Write Place

You found me in a desert place

You found me in the grave

What good was there in me?

That you chose my soul to save

What you could see

When there was nothing in me

Dried not thirsting

Awake yet sleeping

Dead yet living

I was crawling along on coarse ground

Desert creatures all around

Making loud a horrid sound

You found me in that desert place

Took me from the grave

You took pity

You washed me

In regal garments clothed me

Now I do to the least

That life and love be increased

As you have set me free

That they may see your face

In their desert place

Into paradise

Again to Eden

Out of a desert place

To life everlasting