Fields Of Thanks (thankful Worship Song)

[Verse 1]
In the fields where the wheat once stood tall and strong
A community gathers, a place to belong
With open hearts, they share their bread and wine
In this simple act, a bond divine

[Chorus]
Fields of thanks, in the breaking of bread
Fields of thanks, in the hands that we feed

[Verse 2]
The harvest moon rises, a golden light
Guiding the way through the longest night
Voices rise in a song of unity
In the quiet field, a symphony

[Chorus]
Fields of thanks, in the breaking of bread
Fields of thanks, in the hands that we feed

[Verse 3]
As seasons change, and the earth turns cold
The warmth of love, a story told
In every heart, a flame still burns
In every soul, a light that yearns

[Chorus]
Fields of thanks, in the breaking of bread
Fields of thanks, in the hands that we feed