In the gentle dawn when dew still clings,
We rise as one, while the rooster sings.
With Jesus in our hearts, we start the day,
Bowing heads together, we quietly pray.
Lord, bless this land You’ve placed in our care,
This modest farm with treasures rare.
Not measured in gold, but in roots deep and true,
In family bonds strengthened by You.
Our children laugh among the rustling corn,
Their faith as fresh as each new morn.
They learn Your ways through soil and seed,
Through honest work and tending those in need.
The table we gather ’round each night
Holds simple food in fading light.
But Christ sits with us, breaking bread,
Our souls and bodies both are fed.
When troubles come like summer storms,
Your presence, Lord, our house transforms.
This little farm becomes our ark,
Your light our guide when days grow dark.
The seasons change, the years roll by,
Under Your watchful, loving eye.
Our children grow like saplings strong,
Rooted in faith their whole life long.
This humble patch of heaven’s earth
Reminds us daily of our worth.
Not what we own or what we reap,
But how in Your commandments we keep.
So grant us, Lord, the grace to be
A farming family on bended knee.
Living each day by Your design,
Making this simple life divine.