I enter into the fields of freedom
The grass sways to the tune of the birds
Vipers and rabbits cuddle in foxholes
Rivers flow with milk and honey
Though nebulas and galaxies flood the sky
The earth beams with the glow of the sun
The incomprehensible is the ever-present
Yet as my dreams are made reality
I have not the heart to take the next step
Apathy and fear cling like dust to dry bones
And there is no prophet in sight
My soul screams to sing
But the words evade my grasp
Forgive this wretched sheep
Who is brought up by the Shepherd
And wanders into a new flavor of oblivion
YET
And such a word is sweet to the heart
The departed arbiters in which I placed my trust
Can only grasp at me here
I plant my stake in the truth
That I praise the Lord
That though I will always encounter trials
That I have moved from glory to glory
And this trial comes from adopting
A still better way