Work and Pray
[ This poem was found at an Amish chicken dinner and auction we attended recently here in Virginia. I thought it was good. Author unknown. – JT ]
Said farmer Jones, in a whining tone,
To his good old neighbor Gray;
“I’ve worn my knees through to the bone;
But it ain’t no use to pray.
“Your corn looks just twice as good as mine,
Though you don’t pretend to be,
A shining light in the Church to shine,
And tell salvation free.
“I’ve prayed to the Lord a thousand times
To make that ere corn grow;
And why yours beats it so and climbs,
I’d give a deal to know.”
Said farmer Gray to his neighbor Jones,
In his easy, quiet way:
“When prayers get mixed with lazy bones,
They don’t make farming pay.
“Your weeds, I notice, are good and tall,
In spite of all your prayers;
You may pray for corn till the heavens fall
If you don’t dig up the tares.
“I mix my prayers with a little toil
Along in every row;
And I work that mixture into the ground
Quite vig’rous with a hoe.
“So, when I’m praying I use my hoe,
And do my level best
To keep down the weeds along each row;
And the Lord, He does the rest.
“It’s well to pray, both night and morn,
As every farmer knows;
But the place to pray, for thrifty corn
Is right between the rows.
“You must use your hands while praying, tho,
If an answer you would get;
For prayer-worn knees and a rusty hoe
Never raised a big crop yet.
“An’ so I believe, my good old friend,
If you mean to win the day;
From sowing clean to the harvest end
You must hoe as well as pray.”
And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up. – Galatians 6:9
Let the thief no longer steal, but rather let him labor, doing honest work with his own hands, so that he may have something to share with anyone in need. – Ephesians 4:28