There are some days that I wish the day could be longer. And there are other days I can hardly wait until it's over. I try to remember that there are no prizes to be won for all my efforts, just a sense of satisfaction at the end of the day. Even better when I give all my concerns to God and do it for his honor the day will turn out great. Here's a thought about work.
God made feet for walking, my father had said.
And eyes to see with, near the top of each head.
He gave each a mouth for talking and drinking
And a brain to help, do all our thinking.
God made our bodies to be used each day
Like muscles and tendons in a splendid way.
Without any effort, our cheeks turn pale
Our strength grows weak and our joy turns stale.
Our rest will be sweeter at the end of the day
When our labor is done in a cheerful way.
And when old age comes to each one at last
None will regret the toils from the past.