The Field I'm Standing In

The Field I'm Standing In

It's a beautiful night tonight

The dewdrop trees are damask of silver moonlight

Even distant traffic's as an ocean to my ear

And I can look upon all the world from here

And I can see the distant burning cities

I can see treetops in the wind

I can see starlight from other centuries

But I can't see the field I'm standing in

From where I'm standing has this field become a maze

Where each step I take just leads to parting ways?

Should I stand and face the freezing wind until dawn

Or wait until I hear the voice of God to lead me on?

For how long have I spun out my life's fragile strand?

In all I've seen and hoped and learned I wonder who I am

Am I simply something that these searching eyes can't see?

And Who's that walking on across this windy marsh to me?

How did you find me here?

I felt so far away

I tried my best and I failed

Won't you lead the way? Please