Steady over sun-kissed fields,
The Lord deals mightily with me,
Firm seat of all the fears I yield,
What heights to which He cares for me!
Again I fall so stricken weak,
So full of little weariness,
But here a brother! This I seek,
Who tells me that the Lord's done more with less,
Who speaks to me the grace that we do share.

Life with added steps,
Added fabric, a healthy dose of rope,
Unpack and pack as if in reps,
Rather just to find a little soap.

Wander around in shops a plenty,
Question why the shelves stand tall,
Talk about the fit of coats,
Talk about the blend of colours,
Talk about where we are going,
Wonder why the shops are plenty,
Question why it takes so long to scan the shelves for things required.