On the farm ~ of life and death

This life is not much 
Left to live 
Amidst the wheat fields 
Out there on the plains 
With the pigs and goats 
As the flies live 
We the living die 
I understand the cycle to be 
One of life and death 
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Lord; here on the wheatbelt 
I am living with the knowledge 
That there is a short life 
The last season was wet 
Yet now the heat has returned 
The feeling of inevitable death 
Like a lamb who cannot stand 
In the hot sun deteriorating 
Unto death 
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Today we reap the crops; 
Getting ready for market 
We steer the cattle 
Where the prices are still good
Fatten them up
They fetch a good price 
For today is the day 
To market we steer 
Skeletons to their grave 
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The Lord is my shepherd
I shall not want
The Lord brings forth,  
Thy work is done
In these old bones of fortitude
These tired eyes and hands of servitude
Awakening to the light I once again see
The soul of the man rising to be free
With a vigour awakening, moving again 
For the suffering of humanities bleeding pain
The Lord is my shepherd, I shalt not want 
This the cry of the moon a priestly chant 
Another blue sky day has come on the farm 
The Lord brings forth, thy work is done