Friday, August 26, 2016

The Best There Is To Do



Ho-hum, I said under my breath this morning as I viewed a mental mountain.
'What did you say?' asked Matt, heading out the door to work with fresh-made lunch, fresh coffee and fresh ice-water.
'Oh, I just said ho-hum' I replied...


The Best There Is To Do wears humble threads of spoil and toil
Ho-hum, ho-hum we say as we purview its Want displayed
And sometimes we are almost overwhelmed with mundane moil
Therefore we ought not to pursue it until we have prayed

The Best There Is To Do is living proof that we are blessed
Pity the one who has no one to multiply life’s care
For though sometimes the weight of it seems an endurance test
Surely the Lord will grant us strength if we seek Him in prayer

If we have mouths to feed and means with which to earn our bread
If we have hands to touch and hold The Much of much ado
Then it behooves us, in each day to humbly bow the head
And thank God for the gift that gives The Best There Is To Do

© Janet Martin

Actually, in a bit of reconsideration of the last stanza, it behooves us to bow our heads and give thanks. period. there are no 'ifs' in thanking God. 

 Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good; his love endures forever.
Ps. 107:1

Happy Blessed Friday. 
I'm off to rearrange some of the above photos;-)

With love and prayers 
for all of our poetry wainting (waiting/wanting) to be written,
Janet~

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