Anxious prairie

Empty prairie, green grass floor, lonely wind a-sighing;
Bleak horizon stretched before, hopeful sun belying;

Scot's broom blooming by the path, catching blissful gaze;
Peer no farther than right now; let God reveal the days;

Blue void sky doth merge with earth at yonder point ahead;
We'll come there in our own good time, no need to tug the thread;

Just now, let's hear the meadowlark, singing for today;
Thy hand in mine, we walk the road... together, come what may;