The Gallant Ploughmen

The Gallant Ploughmen By Dr. W. Gallant

I am a voice in a dessert storm. I come to you on broken wings.

Can you pierce my heart, can you cleanse my soul, so I can fly beyond the sea?

A ploughman sows the seedsof love and fills the earth like a graceful dove. The sower needs a garden-field as the garden yearns the sowers seed.

I am a voice in a dessert storm. I come to you on broken wings. Can you pierce my heart, can you cleanse my soul, so I can fly beyond the sea?

In gallant faith and trust sublime, let's share our gifts, a source divine. As we receive and share in time, we sow and reap a life so fine.

In a harvest-fall, there are crops to yield and a banquet feast from wheat, golden field. There need not be a hungry heart or a soul deprived of oats and grain.

We can walk the walk and feel so blessed when we plant a song in a soul distressed.

A broken heart with a gentle guest will dance to song at the soul's request.

Though we sweat and toil in sun-scorched field, the shaded clouds are a soothing shield.

Let's share with all earth's precious yield, so none are famished in nature's field.

The vineyard calls for laboured hands for from its fruits there's love to gain. We need not spin like the lilied field nor worried, scared like the birds in flight.

For we are prized much more than they since God shines bright in our hearts this day.

The Gallant Ploughmen