Grasslands
So standing tall, in lands so kept
Where winds may come and go
One great touch
The Master’s hand
A storm
Seen row by row
Raised tall the grains
On floors laid low
In time
A promise still to grow.
So standing tall, in lands so kept
Where winds may come and go
One great touch
The Master’s hand
A storm
Seen row by row
Raised tall the grains
On floors laid low
In time
A promise still to grow.