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What gains the worker from toil?
What profit has he from labor?
Like the farmer tills the soil,
Or by assisting his neighbor.
I have seen the business of God,
Who has given the sons of man;
Ultimately, we should applaud,
Everything within His plan.
He made everything beautiful,
He put timelessness in the heart;
Since the start being merciful,
That each one able to impart.
I perceive of nothing better,
Doing good as long as I live;
Following joys to the letter,
And confess for God to forgive.
So, everyone should eat and drink,
Taking pleasure in your labor;
The gift of God take time to think,
Easing the stress as you slumber.
I perceive what God does endure,
Nothing can be added to it;
The Lord has done it to assure,
To revere Him for the merit.
That which is already has been,
And all that which is yet to be;
God seeks us to be without sin,
No longer with iniquity.
Copyright © 2021 Richard Newton Sherrer
The Gift of God
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