Unforgettable, thats what You are

In fields of gold basked in maroon sky
an image of a man caught the corner of my eye
how glorious, how majestic was He
clothed in splendor, beautiful as can be
as singing breeze and dancing leaves gulfed on mount high
a willow dove wisped through the sky
draped in blood, shed for us
By His Spirit there is hope
To fly over every tree and withering slope