In the pumpkin patch where the sun shines bright,
Stands a large and mighty scarecrow;
He watches over the crop day and night,
So that to maturity they can grow.

The scarecrow is my Father,
He guards me on this earth;
He protects me and guides me,
Because to Him I am of great worth.



The crows are the devil's minions,
Their goal is to destroy and kill;
But Jesus holds my hand each day,
He leads me to follow His will.



The pumpkin patch, the world needs our Savior,
We are the farmers who sow the seed;
We need not fear for we are protected,
Our Father will provide what we need.

I pray that the seeds we plant will grow,
I pray they will mature and be saved;
I pray they will grow in God's Word,
And that they find the love they crave.