Honor Society in your footprints
Better is one day in your courts. So I
followed you into the desert, my king
and my God. I stepped where you had trod, I
go on as unfettered as you to sing
your praises and donations. Better is one day under
your rule and that’s why I must follow through.
Sand stings my eyes; sun burns my skin; blunders
cause me to slide; the vast empty sky skews
my perception, leaving me so confused.
I go on and your tracks begin anew
over the next sand dune. I’m burned and bruised
but I rise; I see you ahead, you knew
I’d come ’cause better is one day with you,
even in the desert, than without you.
