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Labour Day 2023

Yea if a man labours in pain If not in the Lord, he labours in vain But whatever a man finds to do Be he even unto his master and to God be true Even in his ministry to God above Let it be cheerfully a sincere labour of love For Christ laboured even to wash feet And Paul condemned he that labours not to not eat And ye are called into heights above the surface In unity and maturity towards works of service For even faith without works is dead For by a working Master we are led We are called for such a time as this For works prepared aforetime and with apportioned grace The will and the ability also built in us That our days be spent in the pleasure of bearing the onus For the awaiting judgment will weigh the deeds A presentation of harvest, not of unsown seeds HAPPY LABOUR DAY

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