I wish I had a field so grand
Open, sweet, and completely free
To lose a little of my aching heart there
And long to return someday as its queen
I would settle myself among the waves
Of grass, flowers, and deep breaths
Never wasting my gaze upon the ordinary again but
The majesty of the mountains upon my soul, at rest
If I could do so this moment
Take my solitary self away to the far off field
The moments here would be too long, too slow, and I think....
Is it like heaven, where my weary soul will yield?
Our God makes a restful place, for His children
A pleasing place to gather His daughters and sons
I imagine, I ponder, and I dream of such a land
To where this wearisome battle will be finally won.