Child Won't You Wait

There's a field where grass and lilies grow

It's a field my Father has sewn

And I wait there for Him

And I wait there for Him

And He tells me, "Child, won't you wait for me?"

There's a quiet pool of water

It's a peaceful gift from my Father

And I wait there for Him

And I wait there for Him

And He tells me, "Child, won't you wait for me?"

The soft wind blows in the pine trees

Their fragrance fills me gently

As the Holy Ghost is breathing

Pure new life in me

And He tells me, "Child, won't you wait for me?"

These forests were born of His word

Even light and darkness, they heard

The voice that spoke them to be

The same voice speaks to me

And He tells me, "Child, won't you wait for me?"

Under the trees where I lay

His Son meets me as I pray

And I lay right there with Him

And I lay right there with Him

And He sings to me, "Brother, won't you rest with me?"