Even as humans perform as a reaper
For life and death will happen
As stewards of the land
We plant and harvest
No matter the beauty of the stalk
The reaper strikes down
Cuts down the standout
His goal isn't to harm or to kill
But it happens in the process
Allowing the healthy seed to proceed
In the end of the matter
We are beings fulfilled
We celebrate the health of the grain
If humans act as if God's angel of death
Choosing our aim upon the Lord's will
It is destiny, not a desire to kill
We create the world around us
By following the creative hand
That created us, and gave us the land
