I went to the field of the harvest and realized I came along.Singing of vanity, thinking in death, a resonating old heart song.
I suppressed what I could, as I was in a good place and bad should not show its face.
Oh but that heart of mine kept singing, revealing where the devil had found his place.
Oh what I forgot in the field, how could I lose my way?
God take it all away, as I now see it was not darkness but light showing me how I have strayed.
Strengthen my walls rebuild the ruins I thought to be strong keeps.
Build gates of truth to discern what enters and towers to reveal deceit.
May I not forget you in the field, may my past not render me lost
Remind me of your Grace and that being your Son had a cost.
So help me forsake the old ways, forsake them completely never to return.
May I know now and forever what is made manifest is manifest in the light as I grow and learn.