(another one of my cross-stitched work~slightly beat up and shot at a not-so-good angle; pardon the light reflection)
oftentimes we notice
how quickly the days pass by
Mondays seem to jump to Wednesdays
before you know it, Friday's nigh
the repetitive daily tasks
make us feel nothing's different
day in, day out we might ask
our days, are they wisely spent?
did we perform our jobs well?
did we only stop at the sound of the bell?
did we go back to work after coffee breaks
and did our best whatever it takes?
"six days thou shalt labor
but the seventh day is for the Lord"
let's give Him what's due Him
before another week begins
I agree.
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