Why eat of even the soft
of the loaf of anxiety,
When the Bread of Peace
is so much more
sweet to eat?
Why burn midnight's oil
and dawn's early light,
When the Light of Day
shines long enough
to get work done?
Why settle for sleep
from a pill you pop,
When the Sabbath's Rest
grants slumber to
all He loves?
Unless it is God who does
the deed,
no matter whose hands be there,
all effort in the end is done in vain.
Only He, and He alone
brings fruit from seed
buried in the ground.
Psalm 127
1 Peter 1:21-23
Romans 9:14-18 |
