So Much Work To Do

The sun has risen on the sea

So I must rise up, too,

For the day is under way

And I have work to do.

There are the wounded hearts to love

And weary hands to hold;

There are so many tears to dry

While comforting the old.

There are still children lost to love,

Who have not seen the light,

While others stand beside the path

Unmoving in their fright.

There are the angry, clenching fists

Against imagined slurs,

And those so lost they are at home

Where wrath and vengeance stirs.

There is so little time to do

All that needs to be done,

So I must rise and tend the work

Bequeathed me by The Son.

John 9:4-5

4 As long as it is day, we must do the works of him who sent me. Night is coming, when no one can work. 5 While I am in the world, I am the light of the world.