Words,close the gate for this one farmer the worries are over, lie down and rest your head. Your time has been struggles enough, put the tractor in the shed. Years were no easy, many downright hard, but your faith in god transcended, put away your tools and sleep in peace, the fences all have been mended. You raised a fine family, and worked the land well and always followed the son, hang up your shovel inside of the barn; your work here on earth is done. A faith few poses led your journey through life, often a jagged and stony way,the sun is setting, the cattle are all bedded, and here now is the end of your day.Your love of god's soil has passed you to kin; the stories flow like fine wine, wash off your work boots in the puddle left by blessed rain one final time. Frame: Black .