Sunday, August 21, 2011

Stewards Of The Land.

Every morning I get up at the crack of dawn
Jump into my carrharts and then I'm gone
Red Wing work boots and bare callused hands
Holidays are work days for this steward of the land

Trying to grow a crop ain't as easy as it sounds
Its hurry hurry hurry just to get it in the ground
Its frost and weeds and insects, a biting of the nail
Drought, disease and flooding, or devastating hail

Now we are not complaining, we're made of sterner stuff
We rise up to the challenge when the going gets tough
We strive for perfection in everything we do
We can't afford to fool around, we have to feed the world!

We're farmers, we're the backbone, the bottom of the chain
Without us, fancy suits and ties would start to feel the pain
They'd soon come running, hat in hand, a begging for our trust
Better start believing boys and girls, it starts and ends with us.

Thursday, August 18, 2011


The sound of rain
Wakes me up
Makes me smile
I walk to the window
And see the rain
Coming down

I walk out
Into the night
And feel the rain
On my face
Reviving, refreshing
Coming down

This rain
Feeding the planet
Drought and famine
Free for all
Coming down

Reminding us
Of your Son Jesus
Thank you God
For coming down

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