Sunday, June 19, 2011

A FOREVER FEAST


My father was a farmer and today is Father's Day.
I remember him with fondness in my heart.
I experienced love without reservation.  It was not perfect love.
Only my heavenly Father loves perfectly.


He loved nothing better than to work in the fields.


My father felt that farming was an honorable way to spend his days
on this earth.
The following song was sung at his funeral.

A FARMER'S SONG

My father's father worked this land
For many years, I took my stand
But the plow is so heavy and I can't hold on
To the legacy, of the farmer's song.

I remember the days with the sun on the land,
Wiping sweat from my brow with a rough calloused hand.
And the smell of the ground, freshly broken and clean
Made by one who still gives, broken hearts new dreams.

O Lord who uses broken things,
Who through broken clouds, gives us sweet, sweet rain.
Who gives us bread from broken grain
O Lord make me stronger, through broken things.

Give me what I need, not what I demand
Send me heaven filled hope, not earth made plans
But the plow is so heavy and I can't hold on
O Father who cares, fill my heart with this song.

O Lord who uses broken things,
Who through broken clouds, gives us sweet, sweet rain.
Who gives us bread from broken grain
O Lord make me stronger,, through broken things.

from HALLAL MUSIC

Unless a kernal of wheat falls to the ground and dies,
it remains only a single seed.
But if it dies, it produces many seeds.
John 12:24 NIV

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