From My Labors

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I labored in the sun all day,

Enjoying all I did.

Spending the day in paradise

And working off the grid.

 

I know the labors of my hand

Are vain compared to yours,

But I get satisfaction from

Completing simple chores

 

When they keep me out in the light,

A soft breeze in my hair,

And your creation all around.

It’s an answered prayer

 

I worked hard in the sun all day,

But, as the shadows grew,

I realized I love it so

Because I’m close to you.

 

Ecclesiastes 1:3-4

3 What do people gain from all their labors at which they toil under the sun?

4 Generations come and generations go, but the earth remains forever.