"These fields were but God's canvas. Painted in the spring
with life and song and promise... with shoots of blue and green
and red and gold to end the summers. Then with autumn skies of gray,
all our hard work was rewarded, just before the winter days."
"But now the final harvest comes. These last beams of golden light
cast long shadows on the furrows, where the sun gives way to night.
And here at last, at journey's end, you know what God had always known.
That angels don't take souls away, oh love... they only bring us home."
"So now... find peace from doubt and worry, peace from trouble that it brings.
It's time to rest my weary husband... to lay aside all earthly things.
For here, today... is our reunion. At last today you'll come to me.
It's time to open up your eyes, my love... and tell me what you see...