When we look over the corncribs
Of our life and how we spent it,
We will see what growth has done.
There above our trials and sorrows, are we.
Seeing the winds of time
Sway the corn so tall.
We are like the corn
Who waits for natures caress.
O let the winds of love
Seek and find our hearts.
Instill in us God's love,
And from Him never depart.
Love ya!
Jane
Ron