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| The Spirit of the Prairie Grasses |
| The wind blows over the prairie grasses as I worship you Lord. I have now become one with them Their seeded branches bend so gracefully in the wind. No one can take me way from them 'For I am planted deep in their precious soil. Golden flocks of color they remain in my heart forever in my heart. My worship song becomes the command of the day Alone at last with you Lord The spiritual feeding has begun. As I look out over them My eyes see their vastness over the horizon I walk amid then in reverance of all things on this earthlife of mine. Rediscovering time after time Your holy spirit planted in me my Lord Jesus Christ. My hands reach down and touch them I visualize you among them My Lord Their hills of golden color encircle me I find my true self : here amid them I seek the spirit that lys among them I am but one man One burning ember One flicker One flame amid the prairie grasses. I have found a home here with them They forever encircle me with the ebb and flow 7-16-2004 |
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