deseret

mccombs, cass

acorn shells scattered

on yellow grass

beneath the shade of an old tree

lay down your mystic basket

it is time to rest

the fourth day is not until tomorrow

regenerate

nous dios

observe the flower before you pick it

the countryside is quieter

make your backpack lighter

onward christian songwriter. rising from the east

slowly fading west

honey and harmony

make a seat for our guest

buzz across the universe

to the mind's hive

beyond a shadow of a doubt

you're lucky to be alive

sing about the comfort here

sing about the gaze

lying in the yellow grass

flying through the days

and your

song will

be called

deseret