My grandpa was a laborer
On a dairy farm
He gathered eggs
And milked the cows
He started before dawn
The milk was pasteurized
Before it left the barn
But we held some
To drink for lunch
And some we had to churn
Churning is the process
Of solidifying milk
It agitates
And then creates
Butter in its place
The Word of God within us
Must be stirred up inside
When churned about
It brings results
That help us to survive
Stir up the gift within you
Make sure it’s shining bright
Then witness here
And then afar
So all can see the light
In response to the daily prompt Churn
