Early morning at grandpa's farm, 
the cardinals sit and wait
As the rooster's crow starts the morn, 
the sun shines on the garden gate
The old red barn silently waits, 
filled with fresh bailed hay
With eggs to gather and cows to milk, 
one starts early in the day
Fresh eggs grandma gathered herself, 
served with pancakes piping hot
Topped with homemade maple syrup, 
they thank God for what they've got
Folding their hands in reverant prayer, 
thanking God for each new day
Relying upon God for His guidance, 
as they go along their way
Perhaps seen by some as simple folks, 
my heart still wells with pride
For I've seen with my own eyes, 
the love of God spill forth from inside