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I owe, I owe
have you ever contemplated
working for thirty plus years,
how often we find ourselves
stressed or bored-to-tears.
waiting for something to happen
excited when something does,
one or two days elapses
forgetting what it was:
that moment of pleasure
fades and loses appeal,
an overriding truth surfaces
the work curse is real.
it’s toil to sit idle
wondering if you’re a slug,
toil working until you’re frazzled
forgetting which hole you’ve dug.
work involves thorns and thistles
hardships from the ground,
help comes as we remember
where all hope is found.
created for His pleasure
redeemed by Him alone,
oh to bring glory to Christ
and not to seek my own.
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