Phil Keaggy
Find Me In These Fields
Find me in these fields alone
Crusted with the salt of my ways
Rinse me with the motion of sweet water
The silky rush of Your cleansing stream

I turn my face towards the sun
Too feel the heat and cool wind blow
Reminding me as I touch your shoulder
Awakening me from some selfish dream

I face the fog in the Autumn
The midnight moon weaving her chain
You trace me deep in this valley
Repeating a familiar refrain, forgive me

When my heart turns cold and I chased the old
Standard lie, forgive me
When my conscience calls me to leave it behind
Well did I, forgive me

Take me in I'll sit at Your feet
Live to tell all You have done
Could I find a rose in mid-December
A sign of peace for those passing by

I turn my eyes toward the Son
And a vision of a world yet to be
When hope will be awarded living substance
And Heaven kisses Earth in reply
I face the fog in the Autumn
The midnight moon weaving her chain
You trace me deep in this valley
Repeating a familiar refrain, forgive me

When my heart turns cold and I chased the old
Standard lie, forgive me
When my conscience calls me to leave it behind
Well did I, forgive me