My Father God sought after me.

As I roamed in the desert He kept after me.

Pouring out His love on me.

Quenching my thirst as I became easily dehydrated from the scorching heat.

He provided shade when I was unaware.

He led my walk as I wandered on trying to dictate my own path.

I groaned,

I complained,

I refused,

Disobeyed my Lord to step further into the desert.

With my head laying on rocks and my feet blistered I ran from cover,

From comfort,

From care and roamed losing who I was in trying to find myself inside myself.

My Father God sought after me.

He took my hand,

Lifted me from the ground.

I could barely move.

I buried my head in His shoulder and He carried me to His Kingdom.