The Lightening lit up the shy,
The thunder roared over head.
The tired old farmer worked real hard,
"Cause it depended on the family being
fed.
The storm was coming
from the west,
He knew that it was going to be bad.
If it had hit at that moment,
He'd lose everything he
had.
The farmer was old
and turning gray,
And only had one good leg,
But on this day, he dropped to his knees,
And I heard him as he started to
beg.
" Dear Lord, I've
never ask for much,
I never felt I should,
But this crop, It took a lot out of me,
I'd beholding your help, if you
could."
" It's been a long
time since I've knelt,
But I remember to thank you each day.
Today I am humbly begging you,
To help me save this
hay."
" Thank you, Lord
for listening,
I just don't know what else to do.
Now my heart feels relieved,
I feel you will see me
through."
Then he got
up,
And started to walk away.
He turned and looked up to the shy,
There was something he forgot to
say.
" I'm really beholding
Lord,
Let me thank you once again.
For listening to my troubles,
In Jesus name
Amen."
He looked tired and
beaten,
As he headed down to the barn.
He knew the storm could take it all,
And completely destroy his
farm.
He kept looking up
with hope in his eyes,
As the clouds darkened the day.
He wondered I guess if the Lord had heard,
When he got down on his knees to
pray.
The tired old farmer,
he did make it back,
And he crops made it through all right.
Now for once in a great long while,
His eyes were filled with
light.
A satisfied mind,
a contented heart,
Of all his work that day.
But sometime during the night,
The tired old farmer was called
away.
The Lord saw fit,
and called him,
I guess that I shouldn't be sad.
But this man, "The Tired Old Farmer,"
Is the man I call my
"DAD". |