A POEM……THE JOB

Going to work each and every day

Working forty hours for one week’s pay

Punching a time clock and working till noon

Having a lunch hour that’s over too soon

Back at your station by a certain time

For if you’re late, you may lose a dime

Working real hard to make your quota

And do they care?  Not one iota

Working at home from sunrise to sunset

Monetary gain you will not get

Wanting your family to appreciate you

They don’t even notice all that you do

We run out of hours before our work is through

And that means tomorrow there’ll be extra to do

The daily routine starts to wear you down

What would they do were you not around

Working for Jesus to win lost souls

One by one is our only goal

So many people for us to reach

God’s Holy Word is what we teach

We may not receive silver or gold

But our reward is thirty, sixty, or a hundred fold

This is a job that comes from the heart

Positions available, when can you start ?

(Mark 10:29-30)

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