Idol Hands

I heard, idle hands are the Devils workshop So I did my very best to keep busy I worked, worked, worked, for the future While so many others were taking it easy Focusing on all the goals I must reach All the while my life was flying by Now here I am closer to the end Missing so much and left to ponder why My priorities wrong, I was in need of quiet Moments that could have refreshed my soul Time spent in nature away from it all Pieces of idle, meant to make me whole The devil, keeps us out of the garden So that we don't contemplate the Lord He tells us it's better, to keep our hands busy if we're too quiet we'll surely be bored Don't get me wrong, I value hard work Yet in excess, these become Idol hands Searching for happy, in material things Failing to follow my Savior's commands Thankfully He made this burden lighter There are quiet times filled with rest Thankfully there's peace, within balance From God's hands I have been truly blessed Inspired by Mel Merrill's short poem "Be There Still".