Work

Work “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?