Fields of Grace
There I sit in the light
During the darkness of the day
Making my concessions known
To the One on the right
Who has shown me the might
By which has replenished this, this battered soul
There is a face that I know
Of locks streaming free
For whom, for whom so many tears fell
In that light where I sit
In the comfort of the One
Who can, Who can for this one make it well
How sweet the sound
Of a love beyond compare
Relieving the fears of a wretch like me
There will be many dangers, toils and snares
There will be down right dissapointment
Over those things beyond our reach
I want to grab you and hold you
In that place so precious where
We've been brought through safe thus far
Across the fields of grace
There I see up ahead a ways
The band dressed in blue, white and red
Being dimmed by a worldly haze
In a place found with favor from up above
I see the band by whom their being led
She reminds me of things to come
Copyright © Matt Bradford | Year Posted 2005
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