Out in the Fields with God
by Anonymous
The little cares that fretted me
I lost them yesterday
Among the fields, above the sea,
Among the winds at play,
Among the lowing of the herds,
The rustling of the trees,
Among the singing of the birds,
The humming of the bees.
The foolish fears of what might happen,
I cast them all away,
Among the clover-scented grass,
Among the new-mown hay,
Among the husking of the corn,
Where drowsy poppies nod,
Where ill thoughts die and good are born--
Out in the fields with God.
If you only knew why I...Oh well,
...Still,
tis a nice poem!
:)
My my cares aren't little my fears are quite real; their merited;and they aren't foolish might happens...
They come from already did happens.
But God knows the why & is bigger than all of that.
He is my joy and peace and my blessed assurance!
On this I joy giving thought I continually dwell.
Very sweet, very true.
God is good.
God bless you
and all The Finest FRiends.
:-)