Dear Lord, I don’t ask for too much A happy family, rain, & such But there is one thing I’d bring to your attention So small, hardly worth a mention That someday, when the land is paid And our hair is gone or grayed That, when we’re done with our turn on the land It goes to others who understand They plant a miracle with each and every seed An unsuspecting world’s hopes and dreams It takes special people to comprehend That flood & drought are part of Your plans May it be people wise enough to take pity On those in supermarket aisles in the city Many of which are so unaware Of the Great Cycle in which they share Dear Lord, they are so many and we are so few May our replacements not despair as we sometimes do Or take a walk in grass so tall That next year, becomes a new shopping mall May their children grow up to see the reward In the hard day’s work their friends ignored I know this is a lot Lord, there’s just one more thing That these people see the reward this job brings It won’t be trophies or plaques on the wall There may never be a single “thank you” at all There will be times when they lose sight Of why they watched over this cow all night As she delivers that calf and then just dies Please step in and answer their “Why’s” We’re a dying breed and we need them all Another generation to carry the ball A respect for your ways and love of the land Just can’t be found in corporate plans Please dear Lord, I know this is bold, But grant me this peace as I’m growing old, The knowledge another family will follow our way And care for this land ‘til their dying day.
Posted on: Thu, 29 Aug 2013 03:25:02 +0000
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