The Work Of My Hands

 

I can’t quite fathom, past each day,
What You have planned for me,
But this much I do understand…
You know who I’m to be.
 
I rise up every day and pray
That I’ll work hard for You,
That You will guide my heart and hands
In everything I do.
 
You’ve called me to work every day
On that which I can see,
And I am blessed by every chore
That You have given me.
 
However small, they mean so much
And I am grateful for
The chance to work to Your glory
In every little chore.
 
Until the big picture comes clear,
Let me work faithfully
To handle each day’s little tasks
And do so joyfully.
 
Psalm 90:17
Let the favor of the Lord our God be upon us, and establish the work of our hands upon us; yes, establish the work of our hands!