My farm to me is not just land
Where bare unpainted buildings stand –
To me, my farm is nothing less
Than all created loveliness.

My farm is not where I must soil
My hands in endless dreary toil
But where, I’ve learned to walk,
And talk with God.

My farm, to me, is not a place
Outmoded by modern race
For here, I think, I just see less
Of evil, greed, and selfishness.

My farm’s a haven – here dwells rest,
Security and happiness –
Whate’er befalls the world outside
Here faith and hope and love abide.

And so my farm is not just land
Where bare unpainted buildings stand –
To me, my farm is nothing less
Than all God’s hoarded loveliness.