Before me lay the wheat fields
But my charge was to the corners and the edges
My inheritance waas lost
So I ventured out into the field to glean
A day of small beginning, a day of humble means
Still I was determined to do my best
With that was given me
But the King was in the field where I went to glean
The King was in the field and His eyes fell on me
And I beheld His majesty
His favour came down on me
He brought me from my labours
To the chambers of the King
At the threshing floor I laid myself down at His feet
He offered me the corners of His robe a covering
Restoring my provision and a song to sing
The covenant had been there all along
I just couldn't see
He brought me back now I've been redeemed
He secured my future took away my grief
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