The sun hears the fields talking about effort
and the sun smiles,
and whispers to me,
“Why don’t the fields just rest, for
I am willing to do everything
to help them
grow?”
Rest my dears, in
prayer.
The sun hears the fields talking about effort
and the sun smiles,
and whispers to me,
“Why don’t the fields just rest, for
I am willing to do everything
to help them
grow?”
Rest my dears, in
prayer.
