My Father Is a Farmer

My Father is a farmer

He kneels to the earth, digs His hands in the dirt

Tending His garden - day after day

My Father is a farmer

He plants the seeds - so faithfully

Season by season

He helps them grow

He knows the rhythm of the rain

The fields as they change

And He works relentlessly

He knows the rhythm of the rain

The fields as they change

And He waits so patiently

My Father is a farmer

He prunes the leaves - so tenderly

Season by season

He helps them grow

He knows the rhythm of the rain

The fields as they change

And He works relentlessly

He knows the rhythm of the rain

The fields as they change

And He waits so patiently

My Father is a farmer

He kneels to the earth, digs His hands in the dirt

Tending His garden - day after day