The Man With The Fertile Farm

R Randy McClave Randy McClave
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Jesus said there once was a man who had a fertile farm And unto this one person, God commanded no harm, His farm produced much and many fine crops All from the gifts of God, which were his sunshine and raindrops, This man thought of his crops as his life's main pursuits Then he thought to himself where can I store my extra grains and fruits, God then said unto him why not rest from your burden and sorrow His reply was, "rest? I will when it comes tomorrow". A man he says must work for his legacy through his sweat And when he does his life will show a purpose with no regret, I will tear down my old barns and build bigger ones for my grain Then I will will have no worries to think about or to complain, I will finally find the time to feast and drink and to be merry With no more worries or stress or loads will I need to ever carry, Then came the day when the man proclaimed that he would retire Then God said unto him, "you fool! tonight your soul I will require". Randy L. McClave

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