The Farmstead
Siting here amongst all of life's struggles and turmoil,
I ponder," What is the secret of life"
I reflect, "I've done this before, full of working and plowing the soil."
Loving all unconditionally with God's law in your life.
Going home to the farmstead, home to the kids and the wife.
It's amazing what our Lord has blessed us with, as we reap in this life.
An abundance of food, soil, earth, water, all given to us.
As a blessing to live a Spiritual life, believing in Jesus.
All the planet, fish, fowl, animals, of all kinds for us to rule over.
Plants, trees, clouds, the sights of a world together.
Blessing us with His love, wisdom, correction and compassion.
Given to America, His blessings to this mighty free nation.
All to us is given, freely, as we only have to praise God.
Giving His only Son, to forgive us, He's giving us a wink, a nod.
The Holy Bible, the finger of God, who has told us His story,
To teach mankind His ways and given to all, should in spirit watch His glory.
My wife, my kids, My Lord, and my farm.
My homestead my favorite place to be, my quiet place and no harm.
I realize the fear of God, the first step to His Kingdom.
He gave us the air, food, shelter, the perfect body, just like Him.
A spiritual side to connect us with our Father,
It's the way for this family of farmers.
We have reaped from the soil, and we live quite contently.
With the knowledge of we are God's children one an all,
that's our true destiny.
Copyright © Robert Ball | Year Posted 2011
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