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I remember him working at his regular job and still coming home and working on the farm until it was dark. He always made sure we had everything we needed.

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© Kay Foskey Ricks more by Kay Foskey Ricks

Published: Jun 2007

His Family

His hands are callused and worn.
He works hard from sun up to sun down.
And at the end of his toilsome day,
A smile on his face is found.
All the sweat that beads on his brow,
Each drop that runs down his face.
He has made it through another day,
By God's amazing grace.
He comes home to his family,
At the end of his wearied day.
And as they gather around the table,
He bows his head and prays.
"Thank you Lord for this day,
And all the blessing set before me.
Thank you for my wife and my children,
And for another day as a family.
For the strength to make each day,
To work, to sweat and to bleed,
And for Your amazing grace,
Helping me provide for my family."
He lifts his head with an amen,
Looks at his family gathered around.
And as they settle in for the night,
A smile on his face is found.

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