My Barn...
Where bare unpainted buildings stand
My farm to me is not just land.
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 human 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.
What'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.
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