My God and I go in the field together,
We walk and talk as good friends should and do.
We clasp our hands, our voices ring with laughter,
My God and I walk through the meadow's hue.
He tells me of the years that went before me,
When heav'n-ly plans were made for me to be.
When all was but a dream of dim conception,
To come to life, earth's verdant glory see.
My God and I will go for aye together,
We'll walk and talk as good friends ever do.
This earth will pass and with it common trifles
But God and I will go unendingly.
- J.B. Sergei
