Dear Lord I sit here in this open field and i pray that you releave me from this torment. It has rained for several days now. Will it ever end? I know I am a devoted member of your flock. I worship you every Sunday and pay my tides when I can. After the harvest I help my fellow farmers in their time of need. I don’t understand why you haven’t drained this field or why u destroyed my crop. Are we to starve to prove our love to you? My wife is looking in the want ads to find a job so Bobby Ray will have clothes for school and so we can have meat on the table. But how can she work when unemployment is at the highest rate in history and she dropped out so many years ago. If we lived in the big city people would help us but us dumb country folks are just plain out of luck. and there are hundreds of other folks just like us in the same bind. There is no Farm Aid concerts to help us out anymore. Even ole Willie can’t bail us out of this. Where has the love gone for us country bumkins? We are the butte of there jokes and yet all we want is a fighting chance like the rest of the people here trying to make ends meat. I call you Lord to deliver us some hope and I pray it isn’t on deft ears. Please Lord help me make my family proud and not give them the shame that i fell inside right now.
A country Boys prayer in his darkest hour.