In the fields lies my joy
My peace and blessings

Climbing up the stairs isn’t easy

Obstacles and thirst
Torture and pain

Mind you
No helper nor well wisher
No strength to even continue

But as God lives
Strength is from above
Jesus the one true God

Orders my feet
Into grasses fresh and milked

Honey and pie
Flow from living waters

Shelter and ice
Mixed with butter and juice

Unbelievable taste
The life of the learned

Joyful noises
All these and more
Shall we enjoy in the city crowned with gold

Streets of gold and silver

Waters flowing with milk and honey

Cheese and Mac
Surprisingly beautiful

The fields await the children
Green and tender
Soothing to the soul
I yearn to be there

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