• Alone to my death,
    alone and marooned.
    The dessert land is tough,
    but I don't have a wound.

    Isolated with delight,
    alone to myself to ponder.
    I cannot be sad here,
    for Jesus is with me to wander.

    His company is the best,
    his words bring faith, peace, and hope.
    I go to be with Jesus when I die,
    so why on earth should I mope?

    His comforting words,
    they make me feel alive once more.
    His presence energizes,
    it makes me want to be with him more.

    I am never hungry,
    for his flesh satisfies best.
    I never thirst for water,
    for his blood gills me with rest.

    I am abandoned by others,
    but Jesus never leaves.
    So far, my friends were all distractions,
    who stole me away like thieves.

    I am never alone,
    for it's with Jesus that I roam.
    I can never live in a city,
    when the dessert is truly my home.