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.
Copyright © Jonathan Bellmann | Year Posted 2012
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