Free at last

The field was filled with bare foot girls
The church doors opened wide
The laughter of the children filled
The spirit of these sullen eyes

Solid stone over 100 years old
Means nothing to the little ones
But a spirit binds a new foothold
One to last to their father’s sons

Hallelujah
The spirit is passed
Hallelujah
Love is free at last
Hallelujah
The table is set
Hallelujah
No fears, no regrets

A rich patchwork of sizes and colors
A human ebb and flow in waves
Precious fabric his earth he covers
With the souls he professes to save.

In between toes are daisy petals
He loves me and he loves me more
He plants the seed and wins the medals
But he weeps at the wages of war

Hallelujah
The spirit is passed
Hallelujah
Love is free at last
Hallelujah
The table is set
Hallelujah
No fears, no regrets

The field was filled with bare foot girls
The store doors opened wide
The hunger of the people filled
The spirit of these sullen eyes

A rich harvest is bountiful
Grown and nurtured to maturity
Tastes and words purposeful
Bear love of holy purity.

Hallelujah
The spirit is passed
Hallelujah
Love is free at last
Hallelujah
The table is set
Hallelujah
No fears, no regrets

by Dave Schippper
(c) 2009 Rose Riversongs
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