The G. Campbell Morgan Archive

September 15th
The wilderness and the solitary place shall be glad for them; and the desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose. Isaiah 35:1
Thou Breath from still eternity,
Breathe o'er my spirit's barren land-
The pine-tree and the myrtle-tree
Shall spring amidst the desert sand,
And where Thy living water flows
The waste shall blossom as the rose.

My spirit turns to Thee and clings,
All else forsaking unto Thee,
Forgetting all created things,
Remembering only God in me.
O living Stream, O gracious Rain,
None wait for Thee, and wait in vain.
G Tersteegen