Plant Your Fields

We set sail to this thing called trust

the plans of the righteous are just

(your plans are just, your plans are just)

but i'm still recovering

I'm contemplating other things

but I've set my sights on you

All that I need is the smallest seed

to plant the faith to move a city

and all that I see is distress and apathy

but i won't lose faith and be like the pharisees

I'll depart with nothing i've held in my two hands

You wealthy rulers: No you won't understand

better is tranquility in one

than the grievous evil under the midday sun

we'll look at what we've done

what will we have to run from?

All that i need is the smallest seed

to plant the faith to move a city

and all that I see is distress and apathy

but I won't lose faith and be like the pharisees

May my time here be pleasing to you

May my words, dear, move closer to truth

Can my thoughts be oh, so pure?

hold me now I want nothing more...

nothing more.