Farming by the Grace of God Country Song By Bear Cave Songs
The rooster crows at the break of dawn,
In fields where my daddy's boots once shone,
Plowin' rows, sunburned skin and all,
Farming by the grace of God.
Mama's voice calling from the porch,
Smell of biscuits, coffee brewed so strong,
Through the trials, tears, and the odd,
We're farming by the grace of God.
By the grace of God, we lay our seeds,
On this sacred ground, our hearts it feeds,
When the rain falls down and the sun stands tall,
We’re farming by the grace of God.
Summer winds, they sweep across the land,
Sweat-stained shirts, we work hand in hand,
Through the bounty and times grown hard,
We're farming by the grace of God.
When the harvest moon is shining bright,
And the stars reflect our endless fight,
By the sweat of our brow, through night and day,
By the grace of God, we find our way.
By the grace of God, we lay our seeds,
On this sacred ground, our hearts it feeds,
When the rain falls down and the sun stands tall,
We’re farming by the grace of God.
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