The little wild flowers are in bloom

I want to meet with Jesus  very soon
I cannot wait till I am dead and gone
I sing a psalm  to draw  him by  the tune

I fear no judgement nor do I fear doom
Jesus never carries bombs or guns
I want to meet with Jesus  very soon

I’d better sweep the  room up, make it clean
Jesus ,as a refugee, might come
I sing a psalm  while baking bread for him

I want to see his eyes as in my dreams
I wonder what he thinks; what have we done?
I  think he’s being deported  in the gloom

Go back where you came from , what’d’ya mean?
Stress and tension aggravated loom
I hum a psalm did David write the tune?

If he comes as whispers in my dreams
I shall attend  I shall not fear my shame
I want to talk to Jesus  very soon
I  see the  little wildflowers  burst to bloom