This land borne

This land is borne from dust 
These upright trees in an 
Endless blue sky 
Trails of mankind 
Seeking solace 
Upon the land 
For what of life 
That there is death all about; 
From the wheat grain in the harvester 
To the death of an orphaned lamb 
As the star in the sky 
To the tear of an eye 
Brothers borne upon this land 
Farmers in the sun 
Blood brothers toil by day 
To sleep at night 
Awaken at sunrise or earlier 
As the rooster crows 
Lord; here on the land 
Borne from dust 
On
The 
Earth lived 
Died; 
Buried upon
This land 
To be remembered 
In the stars, in the grasses; 
As the weak orphan lamb
Reaches heaven 
This Christmas 
In the dust of man 
This land borne