A Glorious Field God Hath Given
The sun rests in its golden orb, shining bright dazzling the eyes
Meadows green with dew drops fresh, the cattle lazing away cries
The farmhands nap beneath the trees, the breeze caress and dies
(Yields of green fields basked in HIS glory are being challenged)
As the curfew knells folks head home and pray
Thanking the Lord for the rewarding day
Face brimming with sheer bliss and mirth
Content they praise and sing from birth
What true happiness can be witnessed herein
For the Lord blesseth those who seek of him.
(Twilight reveals long dreary paths, destination ambiguous)
Those greedy and selfish , pine more riches
Idle days wasted, in slumber and glitches
While holding contempt for those plebeians
And are never content, contrasting agrarians
No time for Lord, who observe cadence
No more thanks for the blessings immense
Heaven doth beckon those who believe
And the rest he reckon, to try and grieve
(Only the righteous reap bounty at the terminus)
For....
This is the day that God gave to play and he purvey
This is the day that God gave to toil and stop foil
This is the world that God gave, for men to live and pray
This is the world that God gave to care, share and stay.
What a wonderful world!!!
©Nadiya (17 Feb '15)
For the contest '' by Craig Cornish
poems: 'What the Lord Gave'(primary) posted 28 Jan 2015
'Glorious Field-Visual 2'(secondary) posted 29 Jan 2015
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