We who are weary should not tarry. Rise up, and leave what you have carried.
Lay it down and become something new. The time to start over, is over due.
I know of a pasture with a gentle shepherd. where quiet waters don’t scare the herd.
I am going to plant some flowers of Gold. And watch the glory of the shepherd unfold.
Reaping the wonders of all I see. As I sit in fields of Quit peace.
R.D.Jess
In Fields of Quiet Peace
