Fields

  Fields 

 In fields,

 waiting for the sun to shine.

 Fields of flowers,

 The grass grows,

 the mountains and waterfalls,

 are Your creation.

 She goes there to be with the God,

 who moves problems,

 with solutions.

 Hope always comes after the rain,

 hope always comes after the pain.

 We wait in moments,

 for the maker of it all.

 We wait to see what it is,

 You will do.

 And we love You,

 and who You are.

 God.

 And who You will always,

 be.