When Labors Become Delights

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Though many seem to think it’s work,

I love to have to mow.
Which turns out to be fortunate,
Because grass likes to grow.
 
It’s not that I like seeing things
Looking clean and neat,
But it's that, when I cut the grass,
It always smells so sweet.
 
What a clever God we have,
Who planned each labor through.
For, when the finish smells this sweet,
The chore’s a joy to do.