As I lie in the desert,
Longing to be picked back up.
I lift my eyes to heaven,
And I call your name aloud.

Can you make it beautiful?
Can you help me love this place?
'Cause I feel inadequate
For the trial that I face.

But I'd give all I know to be called a child of yours.
Though it may cost my soul I can't think of wanting more,
Wanting more.

You're my cool refreshing fountain
When the desert air is warm.
You're my tall and mighty mountain
In the middle of the storm.

Can you make it beautiful?
Can you help me change my view?
'Cause I feel inadequate,
But I feel much closer to you.

And I'd give all I know, to be called a child of yours.
Though it may cost my soul, I can't think of wanting more.
And I would give all I know, to be called a child of yours.
Though it may cost my soul, I can't think of wanting more,

Can you make me beautiful?
Can you help me love this face?
'But I won't give up the race.

Words and Music by Francesca Battistelli © 2003 Francesca Music

Behind the Song:
"The word 'desert' means 'speak' in the ancient Hebrew language. But even though the desert seems lonely, hot and silent, if you allow it, the desert wind strengthens you, the lack of nourishment causes surrender, and the isolation brings anointing. Let the desert times come & they make you beautiful." - Francesca Battistelli