People of the Soil

Blessed be the poor,
The people of the soil.
One thing is for sure;
With their hands they toil.

By the sweat of their face,
Do they eat their bread.
Not worried about the race;
Of trying to stay ahead.

Husband and wife,
Sister and brother.
They know in life;
We must love one another.

Having no treasure on earth,
Where rust will destroy.
Knowing life's worth;
God's spirit they enjoy.

They labor all day,
But their sleep is sweet.
Not forgetting to pray;
Casting their cares at Christ's feet.

Not possessing much education,
Nor a college degree.
Yet they have divine inspiration;
Given to them for free.