The Sun blessed and pure fed tall grass outline the sprawling fields.
I hold your hand while we unplant goodness. God blessed is all you can feel.
It’s as if it’s all meant to be.
Dig your hands way deep down, you’ve got to feed your needs.
Living life ain’t selfish, but, taking more than you need is greed.
Cause to all comes a time when you’re left to believe, in something other than….
All that you are, you ain’t done growing.
A shooting star, forever unknowing.
Rather simply kneel and pray out loud….
God Bless these Fields,
God Bless these Fields
The blessed Fields.
The Angelus hangs on the front wall, handed down one at a time.
Envisioning the church bell ringing, share a prayer then enter the night. Sweat still stinging.
I would rather be blind than be unable to see. What’s real and what’s fantasy.
A shortened bushel should please, knowing more need to feed…stop bleeding hyperbole. And …..
All that you are, you ain’t done growing.
A shooting star, forever unknowing.
Rather simply kneel and pray out loud….
God Bless these Fields,
God Bless these Fields
The blessed Fields.
In the darkness you sweetly whisper, I’ll shine my love down on you.
I’ll help brighten your madness, lighten the burden, your due.
I will live in your eyes, together we’ll see.
I will listen, you’ll hear, together we will be.