Analysis of Softest Touch.

Blanket me in the softest cotton fields.
For such a sleepy caress shines
a deeper calling to the light
than sunrise on God Almighty.

As eyes weep their weeps for lost souls
deeper breaths relax the bodies.
In cotton fields his feet tickled
by collapsing hungers of man.

Into spirit he drew his child
a Christmas angel to behold.
The fields of cotton given him
surrounded by hugh mounts to hold.

Then God turned back to the living
and told his dear child Jesus Christ
you will greet them in the cotton
a robed in light drenched cloth of white.