Pure, unblemished beauty shown,
upon the face of hope.
Gazed upon by those who came,
to struggle and to cope.
a future planted here;
they worked the land- grew heart and soul,
and praised a God they feared.
the work is never done.
But hope in future planted deep,
and left to rain and sun.
and rarely made a go.
Success not always equals toil,
Nor gather what one sews.
their failures made them strong
They tried to reap just what they sowed
but many things go wrong.
and many did endure;
but there were those who couldn't stay,
their hopes and dreams unsure.
And, try they did with all their hearts to make the land their home,
and struggled to the end of hope,
and had to move along
in buildings long unkempt.
Where men and women labored hard,
and prayed to God and wept.
and you've seen them go,
and they gave it all they had.
Your heart was joyed as you watched them come,
to toil upon your land.
are claiming back the soil,
The families come no more, it seems,
to work and build and toil.
of your children's hopes and dreams,
the frameworks against time still stand,
They never fall it seems.
moved on to other dreams.
The ones that stayed and made a life,
had stronger backs, it seems.
is folly to be sure.
To put ones trust and faith in God,
their futures will endure.
to struggle on in life,
and plant the seeds of hope in soil,
and deal with joy and strife.
they mark the places well,
Where the earth den-eyed a life be made,
and many lives were hell.
There are those who laugh and smile,
And thumb their noses at the rain,
and will work and stay awhile.
have strengthen all resolve,
for families futures bright and sure,
and happiness for all.
and your wrinkles deep and long.
Road maps upon a face that's seen,
the struggles of the strong.
their trust and souls to God.
Did the best they could upon your land,
grew crops where once was sod.
and their labors never end,
But Sunday morning God is thanked,
with a unified AMEN