Our Land, Our Home
Take me to the fields of heaven,
Where true attachments lie;
Where memories lost are repossessed.
Temporal thoughts must die.
Wait my heart to touch it's soils,
And see the old horizons,
To feel the calm of Love's surround.
So near are its dimensions.
Just through an open door close by,
Oh hear the Homeland's call;
To know again as we once knew,
The missions we let fall.
Soul to soul, wheel to wheel:
A willing oneness plain.
With true and pure intentions shown,
Our work won't be in vain.
Above the sun.....we know the way;
In time we will remember.
The glassy sea, it's fountain's sprays;
The scenes that we surrendered.
Oh take me to the fields of heaven,
If not but for a visit.
I seek a solace for my heart,
Our land, our home, exquisite.
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