Lord bless my garden with all that it needs
Hep me to nurture, then small tiny seeds..
I ask not for fortune, or fame Lord I need
Courage to keep faith, in growing a seed..
To live on a back road, with Nature around
making a living, from seeds in the ground.
And Lord, I am thankful, for Sunshine and rain
for time watching Birds and all the wild game.
I’m truly thankful, For quiet country time
Being a Farmer, suits me just fine….
to sit in the quiet of seeds while they grow
with warm country blessings that reap what we sow.
I hope i will always, call farming my friend
Blessed in the Spirit, of Country …Amen
Thank you Lord.
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~ by connetta on May 19, 2009.
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