Mum's Rhymes

The Miracle of the Crops(A true incident)The farmers, as they sadly gazed,Upon their flooded sod,“Too late” They cried, “to sow the grain,Their only hope was God.The people fasted long, and prayed,The heavy rain would cease,And earth would dry, so that at last,The corps could now increase.The faithful to the Temple came,And begged with lifted hands,A blessing from the Father,Upon their sodden lands.“Oh Father, let dry weather come,That we may sow our grain,And lengthen out the season,That we may reap again.And God, the Father, Heard their cry,And loved them as they prayed,He spoke the Word, the rain storms ceased,The destroyers hand was stayed.And He then set a barrier,‘Tween cold North and the South,And held it there, the season through,There was no sign of drought.The people sowed, and reaped their corps,And stored away the grain,Rejoicing, all is now prepared.‘Till springtime comes again.“Our Father, let us now, be notLike faithless lepers who forgot,And leaped, and danced, with one accord,And did not stay to thank the Lord.Eva M. R. SalwayMum's Poems pg 19