Running Through Fields of Wheat-The Heart of My Savior

In fields of golden crisp wheat I run. I go there each and every morning to draw closer to my Lord. To feel the husks ever so soft rubbing up against my skin I run. Gleefully I run as a happy young colt set free from her stable. Galloping through hundreds of rows of silken wheat. And I spin around in circles and look up to the majestic blue skies too. Everything around me is your essence. The skies reflect your warm eyes. The rows of golden wheat represent your heart. Wheat is the mainstay of your smile. Tender and sweet. Ever so inviting. Light and refreshing. Without your smile my day would not be complete. Running through golden fields of wheat. gwendolen rix 1-29-15 Psalm 145:2-4 2 Every day I will bless You, And I will praise Your name forever and ever. 3 Great is the LORD, and highly to be praised, And His greatness is unsearchable. 4 One generation shall praise Your works to another, And shall declare Your mighty acts.