She ran where the sand
whispers low
A shadow of grief she couldn't show
The sky was white,
the ground was dry Her heart was heavy,
her throat asked why
No map,
no stars,
no voice but her own The wilderness saying you're not alone
Oh,
my God, where are you going?
Oh, my God, what are you doing?
Her tears fell like a hidden stream A life unseen,
a shattered dream
But in the heat,
a whisper stirred Not just a sound,
it was a word
The
wilderness speaks, the wilderness sings
Return,
return,
the voice had said
A promise poured where her hope had fled
The angel stood,
the spirit shook In her pain,
he wrote a book
Oh,
my God,
where are you going?
Oh, my God, what are you doing?