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.