Wait For Me, Spencer
Sitting by my sister as we cruise down the roads….
Country music playing as I watch for little toads,
Turtles, cows, piggys, horses, cranes and sheep….
Green fields are everywhere – a place I love to sleep.
Farmers plowing fields wave as we drive through,
“Welcome to our town. Stay and enjoy the view.”
This is my secret place…it’s easy to read and pray –
No rushing through the city where time controls the day.
Bless this land richly with each seed the farmers sew,
Thank You God for farmers and this quiet place to go.
Country music playing as I watch for little toads,
Turtles, cows, piggys, horses, cranes and sheep….
Green fields are everywhere – a place I love to sleep.
Farmers plowing fields wave as we drive through,
“Welcome to our town. Stay and enjoy the view.”
This is my secret place…it’s easy to read and pray –
No rushing through the city where time controls the day.
Bless this land richly with each seed the farmers sew,
Thank You God for farmers and this quiet place to go.
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