DANCING IN THE FIELDS OF GRACE
DANCING IN THE FIELDS OF GRACE
A GREAT WIDE OPEN SPACE
WITH FLOWERS OF MANY COLORS
A FRAGRANCE IN WHICH ONE DEVOURS
A VERY SOFT SWEET SMELL NOT KNOWN ON EARTH
ONE THAT BRINGS THY SOUL MIRTH
OUTSIDE THE FIELDS OF GRACE IS THE TREES OF SUCCULENT FRUIT
UPON THY LIPS THY TASTE IS OF THY HEAVENLY HARMONIOUS SOUND OF THE FLUTE
THY FRUITS OF BREATHTAKING COLORS NEVER ADMIRED BY THY HUMAN EYE
TIS AS DELIGHTFUL AS THE HUE OF A BLUE BUTTERFLY;
OUTSIDE THY TREES OF FRUIT TIS SEE THY HIGHEST MOUNTAINS
UPON WHICH FLOWS THE CLEAREST WATER FOUNTAINS
THY WATERS FLOWING INTO PURE SEA OF BLUE
TIS WHERE THY FATHER'S LIVING WATERS FLOW UNTO YOU
UPON THEM THY FATHER'S ANGELS STIRRED SEVEN TIMES
TIS WHERE THY CLEANSING AND HEALING OF ALL GRIME
AFTER THY CLEANSING THINE IS CLOTHED IN PURITY AND SCENTED BY THY CROWN OF FLOWERS UPON THY HEAD
ENTERING INTO UNITY OF THY FATHERS GARDEN;ENJOYING ALL THAT WAS PROMISED AND SAID
ONE THAT BRINGS THY SOUL MIRTH
OUTSIDE THE FIELDS OF GRACE IS THE TREES OF SUCCULENT FRUIT
UPON THY LIPS THY TASTE IS OF THY HEAVENLY HARMONIOUS SOUND OF THE FLUTE
THY FRUITS OF BREATHTAKING COLORS NEVER ADMIRED BY THY HUMAN EYE
TIS AS DELIGHTFUL AS THE HUE OF A BLUE BUTTERFLY;
OUTSIDE THY TREES OF FRUIT TIS SEE THY HIGHEST MOUNTAINS
UPON WHICH FLOWS THE CLEAREST WATER FOUNTAINS
THY WATERS FLOWING INTO PURE SEA OF BLUE
TIS WHERE THY FATHER'S LIVING WATERS FLOW UNTO YOU
UPON THEM THY FATHER'S ANGELS STIRRED SEVEN TIMES
TIS WHERE THY CLEANSING AND HEALING OF ALL GRIME
AFTER THY CLEANSING THINE IS CLOTHED IN PURITY AND SCENTED BY THY CROWN OF FLOWERS UPON THY HEAD
ENTERING INTO UNITY OF THY FATHERS GARDEN;ENJOYING ALL THAT WAS PROMISED AND SAID
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