Harvest

My discovery, a gift I did not want
A field so plentiful, in stalks of gold I rot
These voices sing to me
Oh, it must be their time
Through summer suns I cut, relieve the burdened mind

Fanged deliverance on wings of sand
The cowards only run
In fate, in happenstance
The gift of God, the ebb and flow now one

A pain so deep inside
You suffer then you die
Hands fused with Judgement’s scythe
Come Harvest

Untethered negligence has led me on my way
Somehow I couldn’t see that I would face this day
If I could take it back
You know I’d give my life
Yet still, I till the land as heart turns cold as ice

A beast of many names
I now assume the title of but some
My head is in my hands
I work the land wait for the kingdom (come)

Be still my hand
The World’s conscience
Flows through this land
I hear all of it