New Grass

Lifted up

Reflective in returning love, you sing

Errant days filled me

Fed me illusion's gate in temperate stream

Welled up within me

A hunger uncurbed by nature's calling

Seven sacraments to song

Versed in Christ should strength desert me

They'll come, they come

Come, they'll come, we'll come, will they care?

Lifted up

Reflected in returning love, you sing

Heaven waits

Someday Christendom may come

Westward evening sun recendent

Set my resting vow

Hold in open heart

Open heart