Lilies of the Field

Lilies in the field nearby Whisper to those who cry. They give praise to empty graves And solace to souls now saved. The Seed of faith has sprouted, The Word of God has spread To all who hear and hold quite near Our Lord’s baptismal shower. The path we tread Is strewn with bread To guide our way Through cloudy days of anxious dread. The narrow way From whence we stray Is never far from sight; Our Shepherd’s voice and outstretched hand Plucks us from the quickening sand. Reconciled to God, Trusting in His grace we face, Another day another way To fall into contrition. Step forward in faith Across time and space With every breath proclaim His grace. Lilies in the field nearby Whisper to those who cry.