A farmer has a special job.
None his satisfaction rob.
When he works to plant his fields
And God gives him many yields...
He has felt a touch from God,
Known His smile and friendly nod.
He has pleasure deep within,
For God has blessed him once again.
Some don’t comprehend his “stance”...
And never will with just a glance.
If you’ve spent time on a farm,
Only then you’ll know its charm.
“Let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us, and
establish the work of our hands for us; yes,
establish the work of our hands.”
Psalm 90:17 KJV
© 2013 Arlene Schwartzkopf