What does a worker gain,
From toil and struggles;
The agony of pain,
Causing all the troubles.
For I have seen the task,
That the Lord has given;
And the people unmask,
That God had forbidden.
Something for them to do,
To keep them occupied;
Exposing colors true,
Of how they cheat and lied.
He has made in its time,
All things appropriate;
Stay away from the crime,
What we can appreciate.
He puts eternity,
Deep within our hearts;
For His authority,
As the mind still imparts.
Man cannot discover,
The work that God has done;
Like one finds a lover,
Since when time had begun.
For nothing is better,
For them than to rejoice;
Enjoyment as whether,
People would have a choice.
Nothing better for man,
In his life to do good;
Organized with a plan,
Of the things that it should.
It is the gift of God,
What anyone may drink;
Enjoyment for to laud,
In taking time to think.
And as you take a seat,
Take time to say a prayer;
For what you drink and eat,
In friendship that you share.
Whatever that is now,
Has been as it shall be;
God repeats His knowhow,
More often than we see.
Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer
