Sin City in my rearview mirror,
Foot upon the gas,
Gazing into twilit sky
No reason to look back,
But for a lost and thirsty folk
Living in a drought;
Lonely, hurting, hungering
For something more.
I look.
I pray...
God, send a flood of hope.
Send those who will care,
Those who will hear,
Those who will walk among;
Those who encourage
When drought times dismay,
Those who will build
When life goes the wrong way.
Lord, send!
Lord, relieve!
Lord, revive!
Lord, renew!
Lord, raise up those
Who will go to pursue
The lost of this land,
Who will lend them a hand,
Who will teach and love
As they go;
Who will be your hands
And your feet to this
Harsh and thirsty world.

Lord, Send!

                               A.D.W.