When all you see is tumbleweed
And all you taste is sand
Keep walking on through the desert
Towards the promised land
Tumbleweeds will roll due to wind
Across the desert floor
Many believers are like them
With no roots anymore
See them rolling in the desert See them roll in their tests
They refuse to remain grounded
So they will not be blessed
Are you dead like the tumbleweed
That rolls in the heat?
Blown helplessly by the strong winds
In a life of defeat
These weak spiritual tumbleweeds
In churches see them lie
They roll again with each shifting wind
Under the desert sky
How lengthy is your wilderness?
Only God really knows
But will you resolve to blossom
As the lone desert rose?