'Neath Golden Fields Date: Friday, 2nd March 2012 @ 04:52:12 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: Rakerman1999 If God should ask my soul to yield Please lay me in a golden field Where grasses dance 'pon gentle breeze Like waves upon the restless seas And I, content I lived my best Can leave my body there to rest If God should call, my soul required Set free from earth where I am mired Please lay me down in fertile soil Where flowers neither spin nor toil And I, content to no more roam Can trust the Son to guide me home 'Neath golden field and sunny skies 'Twould be no chore to close my eyes And leave this vessel saved by grace To look upon my Savior's face And I, content with sweet release Can lay me down to rest in peace L. Carling c 2012 This poem is Copyright © Rakerman1999 Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=171099