The hay bales scattered and brought into a row
The garden laid out but in need of a hoe
The
rain showing its worse on a darkened pond
While the sprinklers scurry across a lush lawn
They sit on the deck with their Bible in hand
Remembering God's grace that gave them His land
Eyes behold and their lips move in silent
prayer
Giving thanks to the way Jesus brought them
there
From destitute and famine they entered here
It
was a miracle, that’s certainly clear
Nothing
but God’s Word in hand and in heart
They
came here with His promise for a new start
The war is fought with the battles ongoing
But no prize is reaped without the blood
sowing
Jesus Christ gave into death so that we live
The crimson red on this land proves what He
did
And from the dead to life again, He conquered
In
order that my sins to Him are referred
No,
the price on this land was not cheaply paid
Yet
that’s the worth of every life that was laid
Their fingertips touch as they ponder the past
Now be ye received into glory at last
Into a new land they come, from struggle no
less
But glory now, for on earth God did bless
Selah
Glory by Ronhales Matthew 26:28