Unless the Lord builds a house,
The builders labor in vain;
Living in peace with a spouse,
No leaking roof in the rain.
Unless the Lord guards the city,
The watchman watches in vain;
Many will not take pity,
When the watchman wakes with pain.
In vain you get up early,
And wind up staying up late;
No longer lets eagerly,
In making your life so great.
Not working hard for enough,
Having enough food to eat;
Making life even more tough,
In getting shoes for your feet.
Whom God loves will He give sleep,
For the body to revive;
Refreshed and ready to leap,
Motivate to keep alive.
We do have a heritage,
Comes from the fruit of the womb;
From the Lord reaching the age,
To be rescued from the tomb.
We will receive His reward,
On that resurrection day;
The time we will see the Lord,
Erasing when gone astray.
Like the arrows in the hand,
A warrior of sons born;
Disciplined to his command,
Obedient to sojourn.
Happy is the man who filled,
His quiver is full of them;
Because the Lord has instilled,
For others He will condemn.
Such men will not be ashamed,
While they speak at the gate;
Blasphemy that they proclaimed,
That shall be sealing their fate.
Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer
