Hold lightly to the land

 We  don’t know how long we have 

We don’t know what we hold

He knows all, trumpet call 

His earth, His hot, His cold

It seems that we, His children 

We’ve inherited so much 

Treat, my dear, a call so clear 

Protect, steward, touch

One day we’ll find what’s left behind 

What’s newly Created, Built

Until then, its sowing sin

On Jesus  laid our guilt 

It seems that we, His children 

We’ve inherited so much 

Treat, my dear, a call so clear 

Protect, steward, touch

It seems that we, His children 

We’ve inherited so much 

Treat, my dear, a call so clear 

Protect, steward, touch.

Leviticus 25:8-12

The Year of Jubilee

“‘Count off seven sabbath years—seven times seven years—so that the seven sabbath years amount to a period of forty-nine years. Then have the trumpet sounded everywhere on the tenth day of the seventh month; on the Day of Atonement sound the trumpet throughout your land. Consecrate the fiftieth year and proclaim liberty throughout the land to all its inhabitants. It shall be a jubilee for you; each of you is to return to your family property and to your own clan. The fiftieth year shall be a jubilee for you; do not sow and do not reap what grows of itself or harvest the untended vines. For it is a jubilee and is to be holy for you; eat only what is taken directly from the fields.