"It came to pass...that the brook dried up."
Perchance thou, too, hast camped by such sweet waters,
And quenched with joy thy weary, parched soul's thirst;
To find, as time goes on, thy streamlet alters
From what it was at first.
Hearts that have cheered, or soothed, or blest,
Loves that have lavished so unstintedly;
Joys, treasured joys-have passed, as time hath lengthened,
If thus, ah soul, the brook thy heart hath cherished
Doth fail thee now-no more thy thirst assuage-
If its once glad refreshing streams have perished,
Let HIM thy heart engage.
He will not fail, nor mock, nor disappoint thee;
His consolations change not with the years;
With oil of joy He surely will anoint thee,
And wipe away thy tears.
Poem by J. Danson Smith
Streams in the Desert
Based on I Kings 17:7
The poems here are presented from various authors.