Same field. Different day.
Love the chorus.
Take it all there on your stride
It is tinking, falling down
Love forever love is free
Let's turn forever you and me
Beginning to really love that field. My sanctuary for prayers. No one in that vast green never-ending nothing. Just me. And God.
Revelation out there today.
Psalms 94:
18 If I say, “My foot slips,”
Your mercy, O LORD, will hold me up.
19 In the multitude of my anxieties within me,
Your comforts delight my soul.