Poem November 8, 1952 ISSUE

THE FATHER'S BARN

Fanny de Groot Hastings

We need to build no greater barns to storeThe increase of our wordly stocks and waresIf we remember that the threshing floorRelieves the husbandman of worldly tares.

The fields are white to harvest, and the wheatIs all we need to gather and to stack.Our Father's barn furnishes safe receipt—His son can never suffer loss or lack.

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