My Farm
My farm to me is not just land
Where bare, unpainted buildings stand -
To me, my farm is nothing less
Than all created loveliness.
My farm is not where I must soil
My hands in endless dreary toil
But where, through seed and swelling pod,
I've learned to walk and talk with God.
My farm, to me, is not a place
Outmoded by the modern race
For here, I think, I just see less
Of evil, greed, and selfishness.
My farm's a haven – here dwells rest,
Security and happiness -
Whate'er befalls the world outside
Here faith and hope and love abide.
And so my farm is not just land
Where bare unpainted buildings stand -
To me, my farm is nothing less
Than all God's hoarded loveliness.
Author Unknown
