Lord of the fields, rippling and real
breathe 'til You heal me whole
Whisper Your name across his grain
winnow the shame from my soul

Lord of the wood, gracious and good
walk with me would You please?
Under the boughs of my boasting and dobt
show me the now of my knees

Master, redeemer, Savior and Friend
talk in the tears of Your trade
Fill up my sail with the song of Your wind
'til time has revealed its charade

Lord of the lake, mercifully make the wave
and the wake of my will...
Run to Your roar, beat on Your door
wash to Your shore and be still
Wash to your shore and be still