And on the eighth day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said I need a caretaker–
So God made a Farmer…

God said I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk the cows, work all day in the field, milk cows again, eat supper then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board–
So God made a Farmer…

I need somebody with arms strong enough to wrestle a calf and yet gentle enough to deliver his own grandchild; somebody to call hogs,tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry, have to await lunch until his wife’s done feeding visiting ladies, then tell the ladies to be sure and come back real soon, and mean it–
So God made a Farmer…

God said I need somebody willing to sit up all night with and newborn colt, and watch it die, then dry his eyes and say maybe next year. I need somebody who can shape an axe handle from a persimmon sprout, shoe a horse with a hunk of car tire, who can make a harness out of hay wire, feed sacks and shoe straps, who at planting time and harvest season will finish his forty hour week by Tuesday noon and then, paining from tractor back, will put in another 72 hours–
So God made a Farmer

God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts at double speed to gt the hay in ahead of the rain, and yet stop in midfield and race to help when he sees first smoke from a neighbor’s place–
So God made a Farmer…

God said I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bales, yet gentle enough to wean lambs and pigs and tend to pink combed pullets; who will stop his mower for an hour to splint the broken leg of a meadowlark. It had to be somebody who’d plow deep and straight and not cut corners; somebody to seed, seed, breed, and rake and disk and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk and replenish the self-feeder and a hard week’s work with a five-mile drive to church. Somebody who would bale a family together with the soft, strong bonds of sharing; who would laugh and then sigh, and reply with smiling eyes when his son says he want to spend his life doing what dad does–
So God made a Farmer…

By Paul Harvey

This is what it’s all about, folks.

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2 thoughts on “So God made a farmer

  1. When I saw this on the commercial for the super bowl, no I didn’t watch the super bowl just the commercials. I really liked it. I immediately searched for the words.
    I would really like to find some Ukulele chords to put together to go along with it. I unfortunately am not well versed enough in the world of music to be able to do this though. Just learning to play my first musical instrument in my life and it is a Ukulele. At 54 y/o I am finding it a bit of a challenge.
    In hoping that some one might put something together that is not to difficult would be really awesome (hint, Hint, hint!)
    No matter I really liked it and think it would be awesome to have it set to music of some sort.

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