21 November 2015

Amber Waves

A photo of a wheat field in Nebraska... swaying in the wind...

I’ve never seen a purple mountain
but I’ve seen the amber waves
I’ve seen the spacious skies
above the golden grain

Swaying back and forth
like a gentle sea
wheat heads dangling above
 on a continuous roll

The mind wanders and wonders
anyone on that hill watching me
this is the midwest
sea to shining sea…

No homes… no roads
that little patch of green
just amber waves
separate us

Oh yes, God shed His grace
on farm fields
with an occasional hawk
flying above

It is spiritual land
and a spiritual home
His Presence is found
on this ocean of gold…

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