This poem is for my husband and all construction workers who are taken for granted: he toils 14 hours a day, sometimes 7 days a week, breaks his neck, does not get paid in time for Christmas, and yet always gives his best, makes homemade stuffing and stuffs a 22 pound turkey at midnight last night, and has been at work for hours this Christmas Eve morning all amidst the homeowners criticisms that he does not get enough done. Lord, give me the tools to get the job done Keep my drill bit sharp and nails in my gun Bless my mind with skill, should issues arise So, I will be wiser than I realize Provide me a never-ending load of wood While assuring my efforts shall be understood Then, when day is passed, Lord, allow me to rest With the knowledge that I have given my best. Lord, grant me the will to answer each call Even when the phone is ringing off the wall Remind me, should I ever fail to remember My job is a gift, New Year’s through December I work with my hands from sun up to sundown With warmth on my back, I have no need to frown Sometimes, the job may become too much to bear But, still, I am humbled, because You are there. Lord, always be with me; help to keep me sound Secure ye old ladder, firmly on the ground Protect me from harm, as I travel along But, most of all, Lord, be sure I am strong My ultimate goal is to bless others’ homes So, Lord, please be certain, wherever I roam I give my heart, always, to all that I do In the very manner, my heart praises You.
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 15:32:20 +0000
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