Land Of Plenty

Oh, its summer in Nebraska
And the fields are full of wheat
And there will be a mighty harvest in a few short weeks
I'm bringing back some bushels
More than we could ever need
How good to live here in the land of plenty

There's four-hundred thousand acres
In the hills of Tennessee
Where the rivers sing their welcome
In the cover of the trees
Theres a feast of heaven's wonders
Far as any eye can see
And space to breathe here in the land of plenty

Oh, the beauty of the earth
Oh, the freedom we have known
All the gifts we have through none of our own doing
And we hold them in our fists
Terrified of losing this
This land of plenty we have called our own

There's an ocean on the east coast
And an ocean on the west
Theres a lie thar we believe
That they will hold the blessings in
With our neighbors on the outside
Always looking through a fence
That stands between them and the land of plenty

I have found the paradox
When we love until it hurts
There will be no room for hurting
Only more love
And the world is the just the same
The more we give away
The more a land of plenty we become

Either Jesus Christ was crazy
Or He was always right
Either mercy's doors were shuttered
Or they are opened wide
Either we all live in scarcity or have abundant life
There is room enough here in the land of plenty
Could we learn to love here in the land of plenty