Listening to the humming of the tractor
as the disc hits the ground,
he opens the earth to a new day
where life can be found.
With every hour he plows the dirt
and takes hold of the wind,
leading him back to his childhood
to remind him of where in life he has been.
As he plants the seed...
it reminds him of how he has grown from a child.
The words from the Lord told him
the pasture that he should sow.
The love and care from his family,
was the water that helped him grow.
As he sprouted up to a man,
the crops began to grow.
With each field he gave to the Lord,
the more blessings God would show.
As the fields turned into acres,
the Lord sent people his way,
to help him with the blessings
and prepare for the harvest day.
Little did he know that every soul that was sent his way,
a tiny seed was planted in their hearts and that's why we're here today.
The Lord has called him up for the harvest,
and it's time for him to take his rest.
The memories of fields, overalls, and diesel tractors
are the ways I will remember Mr. Thomas the best.
----Mary Joy Simmons (friend and neighbor)
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This is beautiful!!
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