Waiting for Victoria's bus...
Wake up, wake up, the cup that tips and spills time’s quintessence
Pours morning’s glory-tide across the yard, brook, field and fence
It rushes through the downtown square and skims the heaving sea
A holy invitation from heaven to you and me
To break the bread of life where joy and strife their portions mete
To give the whole of heart and soul to every crumb we eat
To return to the Giver with our simple say-and-do
A hearty, humble labor that manifests love’s “thank-you”
© Janet Martin
Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might;
Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men, knowing that from the Lord you will receive the inheritance as your reward. You are serving the Lord Christ.