Sweat of your brow

SWEAT OF YOUR BROW

How good it is to dig in the dirt To till and plant

To participate in the cycle of nature Unlock memories of the past Blisters the armor of saints asleep To weed the thorns, thistles & nut-grass My father walked this way As did his and his before.

Have we lost the beauty Of toiling for our bread? Resting under the arms of the oak or pecan The buzz of bees and birds that have not a care Because the Almighty is there. Today I felt the dirt between my fingers and Relished on the warmth of the sun Today I felt the sweat of my brow And praised God for His mercy. A life that was given of His Son. (Genesis 3:17-19)

- Arthur D. Farr