Dusty Hope

I dream of a farm and dusty roads

Fur and feathers grains and grass

Drought blows and rain redeems

Seasons heal like stained glass

Break up the hard ground and sow

Warming sun and gentle showers

Waiting for time to click towards life

Minutes are collected in slow hours

Rise with the sun wind in white curtains

Softly waken with the Lord smiling down

Purpose in the glorious fruits of our labor

Faded city lights into rich earth brown

Take me home country roads

Playing softly in my heart as I remember

Childhood memories of the strong men

Working alongside them like a secret member

Tiny memories of working that farm

Are seeds in my heart for a future dream

Grace in remembrance soothes torn life

Eternity promise opens hope like a stream.

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