“Work as unto the Lord.” The Preacher quotes the Word.
Which one? Which Lord?
Is it your interpretation or mine?
Your angry task master God?
The one in my head;
who is never pleased?
The one who serves YOUR needs?
Is it the God who makes me a slave?
The one who threatens to burn me every day?
Is that Him?
Is it your God, who makes you rich;
while I must remain content?
Is it the one who wants my tithe;
while I remain just getting by?
Is that your God or mine?
The one who keeps me under your thumb?
The one who holds me to account?
The one who gives me a life;
that I’m not entitled to;
or to anything else?
Yet, you seem entitled to have what you have.
Is that the God I’m working for?
The one who works us to death;
even while we are dying?
Who am I working for?
Your God or Mine?
My God, bringing hopes and dreams?
The one who knows me;
and knows why I’m late?
The one who knows why;
I need a break;
and takes one with me?
Is it the one who gives days of rest?
Who works to make me best?
Is it the one I never lie to;
because He is on my side?
The one who created me beautiful;
and special; and treats me as such?
Is that the one?
The God who always comes through?
The One who gives me purpose;
and supports me in it?
The one who answers my prayers;
and lets me know He is there?
Is that Him?
Is it the one the workman cries to:
Or the one supporting the privileged few?
The God who created holidays?
The God who calls the Lost?
Is that Him? Yours or mine?
Is it perfection in an imperfect world;
or is it just fine, when kissed by the divine?
Am I working for your God or mine?
The one who benefits you?
Or the one who seems to love me?
Copyright © Christopher Bunton | Year Posted 2018
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