by John Michael Talbot
You shall cross the barren desert, but you shall not die of thirst./ You shall wander far in safety though you do not know the way./ You shall speak your words in foreign lands and all will understand./ You shall see the face of God and live.
Be not afraid. I go before you always.
Come follow me, and I will give you rest.
Blessed are your poor, for the kingdom shall be theirs./ Blessed are you that weep and mourn, for one day you shall laugh./ And if wicked men insult and hate you all because of me,/ blessed, blessed are you!