Don't take it all so seriously,
There'll be another day,
Don't place so much importance
On stubble, wood, and hay.
For what He thinks important
The strength He will provide,
But we too often add much more,
Our work we've amplified.
It's not in our best interests
Nor helpful to the King,
If we by burdens are weighed down
And have no song to sing.
In gratitude, with eyes on Him,
We ward off any meltdown,
And perfect peace will be our lot
When we don't have a breakdown.
With confidence let's go to Him
And lay our burdens down,
We can relax within His arms
When we at last slow down.
Don't take it all so seriously,
There'll be another day,
Don't place so much importance
On stubble, wood, and hay.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
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