We have plowed the earth

And through its broken sod

We have seen the green shoots leap with joy

A wondrous gift of God


Our eyes fixed upon the trackless fields

With the mules of science harnessed to our hands

We strain to marshal nature 

Bend to coax the land

Despite decay 

Despite the ever looming pain 

That cycling seasons must demand


His will be done

As it must surely be

Yet we who walk upon this Earth are free

To seek His light

To pierce the night

With kindness

That love might conquer misery