Montana Wheat Farmer

I sat there on my combine and watched the clouds roll by

They rolled up and looked to me like scrolls up in the sky


I watched in awe and wonder at the visions God creates

While we go on and live our lives and for our Jesus wait


I saw two small fawn antelope close behind their mom

As she headed fast across the slope leaving a trail of dusty bombs


Far above me in the sky a golden eagle soared

Lightning flashed in eastern skies and deep low thunder roared


I softly said a little prayer to Thank God for His mighty hand

For making me a farmer who works and loves the land


I planted wheat nine months ago in the dusty ground

It weathered wind and grasshoppers then turned from green to brown


Springtime brought new life as each tiny plant turned green

The spring rains fed new growth and soon the heads were seen


The wheat like fields of emeralds would glisten in the sun

And wave a giant greeting when the westward winds begun


This stand of green began to turn to amber waves of grain

I prayed daily to ask The Lord to send a just one good rain


On some we got a little rain on much the land stayed dry

I guess He had a plan in place by letting rains go by


The day I started harvesting and watched the clean grain flow

I thanked the Lord for helping me to make this wheat crop grow


Next year may be better or the crops may wither and die

I'll still serve Him as a farmer beneath this big Montana sky

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Montana Wheat Farmer