Field January 27, 2015January 3, 2018 ~ kenziesprose My mind is a field Waiting for your Divine body to lay in it. To roll in it To dance and make love in it To sing praises, or shouts of invigoration To plant seeds of strength or Blow whispers of truth into the wind Share this:EmailFacebookLinkedInPinterestPrintPocketRedditTwitterTelegramTumblrWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Related