The church we visited
Today for pastor's round table
Was set like the scene
Of a Grant Wood painting.
The fields were stretched
For miles upon miles,
The view enhanced
By gently rolling hills.
The tin-roofed-and-sided church,
Once a barn, now renovated,
Sits in the middle of a farmers field.
A treasure once hidden, now found.
In that building we discussed
The move of God across
Our nation and our state,
Building unity amongst us,
Those who till the earth
And spread the seed,
Waiting for God to
Bring the increase.
For as the rain falls
Down from the sky,
It waters the earth
And causes our seed
To sprout and produce fruit.
So we must be patient now,
Being faithful farmers waiting
For the seed we've sown
To receive the nutrition
It needs to spring forth
And yield the harvest
We have always desired.