In fields of scarcity
Not just for bread or rice to fill
But for peace, beauty and
To nurture our spirit
Our inner core
For a world we imagine
The world we experience
We seek not only promises of relief
Or healing of our brokenness and loss
We want to eat and drink at the table of full
Praise at hand!
Lands within lands, vast grand,
Let the wind lift be high
Atop lofty mountain peaks,
Glide down deep into yawning canyons,
Afloat on every river, stream, and lake,
Lazing on the glistening sands of every beach,
So much to behold–and lo!
To raise one’s eyes in praise
Glory Be! Will take–eternity!