Tomb
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Written on March 7, 2024
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John 9:4 (KJV) I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the night cometh, when no man can work.
He has the responsibility,
Covered in dollar signs, abiding,
Beneath the shadows of time,
In timeless lessons…
When will he realize,
Time, time isn’t on his side?
When will he realize,
Times like these will fall behind,
The memories floating,
On seas of hope for meaning
In a futile knowledge, a worthless
Day, spent growing his net worth,
The sacrifice – his entire life,
Spent working, working, working…
He has so many others, depending on him,
His earnings their subsistence, surviving,
Existing because he is giving, giving, giving,
His living, covered in cash, debit card, credit,
Where there is only grief in knowing…
His life, it will soon be over,
While he provides for those he loves,
Leaving them with only the memories
A lifetime of going off to work,
A lifetime of drudgery, manual labor,
A lifetime of exertion, effort, duties,
Brought him from yesterday to the current
Prepared him, with lessons…
His life, soon over,
His destination, heaven’s gates,
Where they will ask him what his life was about?
And, he can say…
Life is about giving, giving, giving,
Never just living, but making a living!
Never just giving, but forgiving…
This life that is made up of work and toil,
This life that was given by the One who knows,
Life isn’t about what you can gain.
Life is about what you can contribute.
Life is about what you can donate…
With your heart, your light, your love.
Life is about giving more than you take.
Life is about listening to the Lord, who gave us grace.
Life is about giving everything you make…
All your talent, all your gifts, all your blessings,
With a heart who is generous, a heart who believes…
Because He gave His all, we have all we’ll ever need!
Because He arose from the tomb…
Together, with Jesus… we can make more than a living.
We can make it through this life, knowing we’ve been forgiven!
He has the responsibility,
Covered in dollar signs, abiding,
Beneath the shadows of time,
In timeless lessons…
Number ONE is the Creator of all time, through love that is mine!
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2024
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