4th century BC
Plato
- Idealism — forms over particulars
- The Republic ethic: “God is not the author of evil”
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I was standing in a cold, bare field,
Cast out, and on my own.
No steeple and no gathered crowd,
Just me out there alone.
[Chorus]
From the cold field, I lift my hands,
From the cold field, I sing.
I have no roof, I have no walls,
But I have got a King.
[Verse 2]
So I lifted up my empty hands,
I had nothing else to bring.
And the cold did not stop the song from coming,
A wounded man can sing.
[Chorus]
From the cold field, I lift my hands,
From the cold field, I sing.
I have no roof, I have no walls,
But I have got a King.
[Verse 3]
I thought that I had been the only one,
The last lone voice to call.
Then the field filled up with lifted hands,
And we were not alone at all.
[Bridge]
Elijah thought he stood alone,
The last one in the land.
God said, I have seven thousand more
Out there where you stand.
The field they drove us out into,
The cold and bitter sod,
The Lord went out that gate Himself,
The cold field is full of God.
[Chorus]
From the cold field, we lift our hands,
From the cold field, we sing.
We have no roof, we have no walls,
But we have got a King.
[Outro]
From the cold field,
We lift our hands.
We were never out here on our own,
And we have got a King.
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