Fields of Wheat Delight
Colleen Livingston
Did you hear the distant thunder?
Last night upon a wayward tree?
Many lambs were flocked together,
They grazed very close in unity.
No longer are they divided,
With even one to go astray.
They flock there tight together,
Because they know of the Coming Day.
Can you imagine what it was like?
When Abraham had walked the land?
The only righteous man alive,
With faith in God, he took a stand.
I do not know the hour,
Or the clear cut time of day.
But I do know this one thing tonight,
To adhere to what our Father say.
Out from the East a man shall rise,
His wickedness the world shall see.
But from the West My Dove shall fly,
Gathering flock for Eternity.
Do not fear the Evil,
That will come upon the Earth.
It’s time now for My prophecy,
To give its final word.
Do not cast your foot upon a rock,
Nor tread your foot upon a stone.
The hour we’re embarking on,
All Good and Evil shall be shown.
Awake it’s time to take the torch,
Ignite the fire in the sky.
It’s time to hear the whispers,
Of the breeze that’s passing by.
Awake tonight my little ones,
My lambs I long to see.
You are the treasured ones I’ve stored,
For all the world to see.
Awake o’ lowly sleepers,
Hear the thunders in the night.
Awake it’s time to gather,
In my fields of wheat delight.
