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BY A BALE OF HAY by Gene Minix I stopped my John Deere that day. I sat down on a bale of hay. The sound of morning brought peace to me. All around, the hand of God I could see. I looked out across a fertile land. Thought about family and friends, I am a blessed man. Out in the pasture I could see The animals God had given me. Then I knelt down by the bale of hay And I talked to my Lord that day. There by a bale of hay I looked up above. And I thanked God for His wonderful love. © Copyright 2019, by Gene Minix. All rights reserved. |
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