Tillerman

Put your hand to the plow boy

Don’t you turn back now… boy

Don’t you look to the left or right

Choose your mark and set your sight

Fields go fallow left alone

Are full of rock and full of stone

In the dirt new life is found

If we sift that stony ground 

Blessed be the tillerman

Plough those furrows deeper

Blessed be the sower

Blessed be the reaper

From the ground the weeds are torn

Hoe the  seedlings, Pull the thorns

Labor by the sweat of the brow

Get to the work the time is now

As we plant the gospel seed

Jesus will root out the weed

To reap a harvest, Till the soil 

You’ll be rewarded for your toil 

Blessed be the tillerman

Plough those furrows deeper

Blessed be the sower

Blessed be the reaper

Blessed be the tillerman

Plough those furrows deeper

Blessed be the sower

Blessed be the reaper

January 24, 2024

Anthony Foster