To wander in the fields of grace
Is the best of any day
To feel the embrace of the Creator
In the warmth of shining hope
And the dew of morning mercy
Is a taste of heaven itself
The fields are ripe
And always close by
Forgive me
I must go
The fields are calling
I LOVE this!!! I’m going to share it and reblog it.
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Thanks Jase. I’m blessed by that.
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Reblogged this on Jase Rosenburg and commented:
I’ve been following Mike for a while. I love to read his work.
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