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.
