The Farmer’s Life
The soil, the seed, the gentle rain,
began the cycle once again
and proved to us as we stood by
The miracle of life from God on high.
And as the young plants grew,
We tilled them as we knew,
and dreamt of harvest in the fall,
that we must have to feed us all.
The crops grew strong as time went by,
but then a drouth and some did die
We fell upon our knees to pray,
Dear Lord we ask for rain this day.
And in the night there came the rain,
God had blessed us once again.
And though the harvest wasn’t
we trusted God that we would get,
at very least enough for now,
and some to save that we somehow,
could make it till another spring
and start the cycle once again!