Through The Field Of Wheat

Prophets foretold of me,
Of the day I would come

I came to do the Fathers Will,
For I am His Beloved Son.

I ministered among you,
Placed mud on a blind man eyes

So miracles could be wrought,
And blessings behold them who tries.

I was among you, always,
Even now I am near

That burning in the bosom,
So strong so clear.

That night I prayed,
In the garden of Gethsemane

I thought of you, my friend,
I thought of the love, I have for thee.

I carried the cross,
Wearing a robe and plaited thorns

I did it for you, my friend,
Even for them who scorns.

I suffered bled and died,
And you must wonder why

Why I was willing and wanting,
To do the Father will –  to die.

“Let not your heart be troubled,”
Spread the good news, my friend

I was ressurected and I live,
Even now my life hath no end.

So to answer your question,
The big W-H-Y

I did all of that because I love you,
And one day see you eye-to-eye.

I’ll see you one day,
It will be glorious and sweet

I hope you’ll recognise me,
My side, my hands, my feet.

Until then remember me, my friend,
In heart and mind

Your most loyal friend,
The Wonderful. The Kind.