Let each sunrise bring hope anew,
And every dusk bring peace so true,
For in the rhythm of the land,
I feel the guidance of Your hand.

The earth and sky, the wind and rain,
The growth, the loss, the joy, the pain,
They teach me more than I could know,
Of life, of love, of how to grow.

And when my harvest is complete,
My journey ends, my soul replete,
I’ll lay my tools and rest my frame,
And thank You, Lord, in whispered name.