The song –
“A Horse With No Name”
By America, inspired me to write
This poem _
A voice is heard in a desolate land,
Oh Ezekiel, what do you have to say
Of this man, one that is searching
For a child among rocks, stones and
There is a desert under a blazing sky,
Where serpents lie. Cacti hide a tiny
Wren, it’s wings singed from the noon
Day sun, never flying as high again.
All is still, but for the horse and its rider,
Moving faster, as its hooves pound the
Clay baked ground.
On the first day of his journey, no child
Was found and in disappointment turns
His horse around. With an empty heart
And far from blest, even though he did
He could not remove the picture from
His mind and returned to the desert one
More time. Searching far and near, a cry
In the distance spurs him on.
Pulling the brim of his hat to shade his
Eyes, looking on the desert floor, in a
Pool of blood in a pocket of sand, he
Hears a child’s cry again.
Lifting this baby to his saddle side, with
His hands its tears he dries.
Cleansing with water and oil, removing
Clothes dirty and soiled. With newness
Of life the child arises, it is given a name
No longer living in shame.
The desert is turned to a river bed. The
Wren flys high again and with joyful song
Living waters flow upon the earth. He
Bids the child live in a land with no more
Playing among the reeds on the river’s
Edge, no danger will come from the adder’s
Den, for there is no more sin.
All things are new because of this Man’s
This depicts the cry of God searching for