Rose in the Desert

Bring me to a humble place
In a barren land
Where roses dare not grow
Where I first stood before Your everlasting
Grace
Bring me where there were once
A dying rose in a desert
A chastened King 
And all His effort
For blood to pay for water
Streams to flow
In the driest sand
I was there 
When the roses grew.

I cared for you in the wilderness, in the dry desert where no water was. -Hosea 13:5