Spiritual dryness comes to rest
On anyone, the least, the best
Clinging on to what we know
Hoping for a warming glow
Up and down, the coaster rides
Looking for a place to hide
Apathy is reigning wild
Touches even this strong child.
Help me Lord, to ride this storm
Keep me with You, keep me warm
Show me where You want me at
On the field or in to bat
Let me learn Your will for me
Not to panic, idling free
Waiting on Your gentle touch
Trusting You so very much.
