god medias Fields of Grace – In quiet fields where sunlight’s warm and tender
In quiet fields, where sunlight’s warm and tender
I feel His love, it’s always there to render
Through every storm, His hand’s my steady guide
With Jesus here, I feel the strength inside
Walking this road, hand in hand with grace
Living each day, in His warm embrace
In every breath, His spirit fills my soul
I find my peace, in His love’s gentle hold
Through valleys low and mountains standing high
With Jesus here, He lifts me to the sky
Oh, with Him by my side, I am never alone
Guiding my heart, leading me home
In fields of gold, where harvest dreams are growing
His love shines bright, like rivers overflowing
Through changing seasons, faithful He remains
My shelter strong, through sunshine and through rains
His word, a lamp, illuminates my way
In Him I trust, come what may each day
When doubts creep in, and shadows start to fall
I hear His voice, a gentle, loving call
He whispers hope, and faith begins to rise
His promises, they light up darkened skies
My weary heart finds rest in His embrace
Renewed by love, I run this earthly race
In quiet moments, when the world grows still
I feel His presence, on this grassy hill
His beauty shines, in every flower and tree
With grateful heart, I lift my voice in praise
For all His love, throughout my numbered days
As sun sets low, and stars begin to shine
I thank the Lord, for this sweet life of mine
His grace abounds, in measures deep and wide
Forever more, He’ll be my faithful guide
