This wheat field is precious to me.
For it once belonged to my grandfather, and later, my uncle.
I often saw my uncle riding out on his tractor
to work it - would have loved to come along!
We Plow The Fields And Scatter
We plow the fields, and scatter the good seed on the land,
But it is fed and watered by God’s almighty hand;
He sends the snow in winter, the warmth to swell the grain,
The breezes and the sunshine, and soft refreshing rain.
He only is the Maker of all things near and far;
He paints the wayside flower, He lights the evening star;
The winds and waves obey Him, by Him the birds are fed;
Much more to us, His children, He gives our daily bread.
We thank Thee, then, O Father, for all things bright and good,
The seed time and the harvest, our life, our health, and food;
No gifts have we to offer, for all Thy love imparts,
But that which Thou desirest, our humble, thankful hearts.
All good gifts around us are sent from heaven above,
Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord for all His love.
(Matthias Claudius)
