Fields Of Green

I want to walk through fields of green,
Waving tulips in the Spring.

To hold an eagle in my hand.
And spread my wings throughout the land.

I want to muse beside the tree,
That gives me life eternally.

To hear the music of the bird,
And understand their every word.

I want to sing on mountain tops,
Where songs of praise never stop.

I want to touch His love-filled face,
And find sweet rest from the race.

I want all this and yes, far more,
Of what He has for me in store.

Sing, oh heart, and praise my soul,
It's the greatest story ever told.

copyright 4/2/2015