Ambrosia

In the fields of sweet ambrosia I've been told You can sit down by the river And watch yourself unfold You can drink right from the river And purify your soul Oh ambrosia, pour it sweet and slow I need to be replenished I need to overflow Let my senses know your power Let your holy mix distill Oh ambrosia Let my spirit drink its fill Oh, I've been like those people Who need pain to feel alive But now I'm kind of like a child Who's been slowly reconciled To waiting on the wisdom that He knows will soon arrive In the hills above ambrosia I have seen A lovely place of mystery with Meadows emerald green And the colors of ambrosia Are as real as any dream Just as real as any dream Oh ambrosia, pour it sweet and slow I need to be replenished I need to overflow Let my senses know your power Let your holy mix distill Oh ambrosia Let my spirit drink its fill