Next Step Produce May the Barn Be Rebuilt, and the Harvest Restored

Lord, restore the barn that held their grain,
the tools, the seeds, the sacred plain—
where hands had labored, hearts had sown,
and flour rose from roots well-known.

Let ash not speak the final word,
but be the soil where hope is stirred.
Let every seed they saved with care
be honored in the prayers we share.

"They that sow in tears shall reap in joy."
—Psalm 126:5

If seeds were lost—those quiet scrolls
of heritage and healing goals—
then let Your mercy multiply
what flame could never nullify.

And if You will, let miracles rise:
a seed preserved, a hidden prize—
what once was thought to be undone
may yet be found, may yet be spun.

Restore their storehouse, field, and pace.
Send helpers wrapped in quiet grace.
Let tractors hum and grain bins fill
with peace that passes fire’s will.

We lift this farm, this sacred ground,
whose flour made our joy profound.
May angels guard what flame once stole,
and may Your mercy make them whole.

With flour, faith, and quiet thanks,

Amen