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If the Lord does not build the home,
It is futile for to build;
As workers stray to whence they roam,
When they go on strike with their guild.
If the Lord does not guard a town,
It is futile for a guard;
To watch that no one steals the crown,
Where windows are not even barred.
It is futile to work hard,
For buying food that you can eat;
Then with using a credit card,
For putting shoes onto your feet.
If you get up very early,
And you go to bed very late;
The Lord looks at bitterly,
While you are sealing your fate.
The Lord will be giving you food,
To those He loves while they sleep;
If you have a good attitude,
The new day He helps you to leap.
Children are an inheritance,
A reward coming from the Lord;
With Him it shows concomitance,
That should not ever be ignored.
The children born unto a man,
Are like arrows clutched in the hand;
They aim for the targeted plan,
Then shot to fulfill a command.
Blest be the one who filled his quiver,
He will never be put to shame;
Though it may be cold they shiver,
Warmth comes from while they proclaim.

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