Don't Stand Around Killing the Grass

The Author of Truth, Transported me from the deadliness or the desert
To a Spring fed valley over flowing with life

I once had no vision, so the grass died under my feet
Then the visionary gave me a passion to roll throughout the land
proclaiming the madjesty of the Coming kingdom,
Through the voice of Art and Poetry

I am not going to be guilty of standing around killing the grass
I  am going to keep rolling on until the navigator show up to fairs me across the Jordan  River to the gates of  The Visionary's Majestic Kingdom.