Sometimes my life is like a field of failing grain
Parched dry and wilted needing a little rain
But then I remember days past and gone
I reap from fields that I'd never sown.
I've never had a day Lord that I did not eat
Or a place to lay my head down when it was time to sleep
I know I don't deserve the blessings I've known
Reaping from field's lord that I've never sown.
I'm reaping from the fields Lord that I've never sown
Eating from the table milk and honey there upon
Drinking from the fountain that flows from the living stone
Reaping from fields Lord that I've never sown.
When I look at my children what a blessing they have been
And Lord you sure blessed me with a multitude of friends
When I stop and consider the mercy you've shown
I'm realize how much I've reaped from fields I've never sown.
I'm reaping from the fields Lord that I've never sown
Eating from the table milk and honey there upon
Drinking from the fountain that flows from the living stone
Reaping from fields Lord that I've never sown.
Reaping from fields Lord
Reaping from fields Lord
Reaping from fields I've never sown.