He walked alone where the sand met the thunder,
A shepherd’s heart wrapped in ancient flame.
Every dune held a secret to wonder,
Every silence whispered out his name.

He heard the call in the smoke on the mountain,
He felt the weight of the promise rise.
And though the world was thirsty for fountains,
He carried hope beneath the skies.

For forty years he wandered through revelation,
Through desert winds and secrets of the divine.
Each step a whisper of a forming nation,
Each dawn a sign that he was held by time.

The nights were long, but the stars were steady,
Lighting paths no mortal feet had known.
A restless people, hearts never ready,
Yet he bore the burden not his own.

He raised his staff and the waters listened,
He spoke of laws carved in sacred stone.
Behind his eyes, the desert glistened,
A fire only heaven could have sown.

For forty years he wandered through revelation,
Through desert winds and secrets of the divine.
Each step a whisper of a forming nation,
Each dawn a sign that he was held by time…

Ba-da-dum, ba-da-yaaa…
Mmm-mm, sway low… sway low…
Shoo-doo-wah… desert winds blow…

Some nights he questioned the road before him,
Some nights he stood where the shadows grew.
But every dawn set a promise o’er him,
A fragile world made fierce and new.

He felt the weight of a million choices,
He felt the pull of a distant light.
And in the murmurs of trembling voices,
He found the courage to stand upright.

For forty years he wandered through revelation,
Through desert winds and secrets of the divine.
Each step a whisper of a forming nation,
Each dawn a sign that he was held by time.

Oh, he walked where the boundaries fade,
Where heaven and earth strike a chord unplayed.
Oh, he carried a people’s dream,
Through burning sand and a sun supreme.

At the edge of promise he stood in silence,
A life of service beneath the sky.
Though he never crossed into fields of triumph,
His legacy refused to die.

For every heart that remembers the story,
For every soul that still seeks the sign,
His footsteps echo in ancient glory,
A path of dust, a path divine.

For forty years he wandered through revelation,
Through desert winds and secrets of the divine.
Each step a whisper of a forming nation,
Each dawn a sign that he was held by time…
held by time… held by time…

So when the night grows heavy…
and the road  feels far from home,
remember all the wanderers who walked for you,
toward promise and toward throne.
remember the wanderer, who walked for you…

Desert of Divine Secrets

I Wrote this song about coming of age. Thinking about what you’ve done in your life, what’s left to do, and to leave a legacy, a mark for others to hold onto.

“The Devil Blues”

a hobo's lament...

broke beat & busted

i’m broke, beat and busted,
no one i know can be trusted.
bet things are gonna get nasty,
might as well die or get wasted.

death and dirt, they never lie;
if you’re garbage on God’s Earth,
you never get to say goodbye,
your truth is never ever heard.

i shot them all entirely dead,
my self-defense, it was a lie;
no sick old conscience is all bad,
i didn’t want to see them die.

i’m broke, beat and busted,
i’m used to it, I can take it.
they shouldn’t have insulted
the Lord and expect to make it.

should not have crossed a hobo’s path,
should not have tied me with cable,
should not have done it for laughs,
should not have pissed on my Bible.

ways of the heart are brutal and dark,
you can’t rely on them to get by.
don’t really know, I may still walk,
nobody knows what I hide.

i’m broke, beat and busted,
no one i know can be trusted.
bet things are gonna get nasty,
might as well die or get wasted.


Jackson Lucas ©️2025
jjacksonlucas@yahoo.com


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