Elysian Fields
Will you now place your sweet hand close in mine
and we’ll walk fair Elysian fields of peace.
Together we’ll talk knowing we won’t pine
earth’s scene where constant strain has no surcease.
The flowers show a majestic array
of colors bright more so than eyes can view.
With little white bench saying we can stay
awhile before our stroll begins anew.
This music you hear comes from morning lights
that play harmonic’s great ebullient score.
Its range exceeds the diatonic heights
and we can go to place where angels soar.
Dear, place your faith in Jesus Christ this day
and see the garden made for you to stay.
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