A Workman's Pride
He works in the field
All the day long.
Though laboring to exhaustion,
On his lips is a song.
From long before sunup,
Till hours after dark,
He’ll continue his task
And hear his dog’s faithful bark.
Many will wonder
What is his gain?
Why the continual
Toil and pain?
He’s proud of his ability
To long endure.
Providing for loved ones
A bounty that is sure.
At the end of the day,
His head he’ll bow.
He’ll thank his Lord
He had succeeded somehow.
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