I feel as though in harder times
I may have sewn some weighty seeds
And now the rain begins to fall
And I can feel the earth.
I studied like to ancient men
And prayed as though mountains moved
And now I feel the slightest breeze
And I can feel the sky.
Holy writ so lived from high
Made unto us lesser men
We who feel the earth and sky
Look to see you come again.
Very beautiful, with an elegant old-fashioned feel.
Thank you Caddo.